Dear Proceeding Judge,

This letter is a part of my five-year journey of healing from the unraveling of my life that
began January 28, 2017, when Greg Perkins raped me. That evening I left my house
believing that I was going out to enjoy dinner with a girlfriend, her husband and a host of
friends. The night ended with me becoming unusually sick after a few drinks and throwing
up outside the window of a moving vehicle driven by Greg Perkins who was accompanied
by his wife and his ex-sister in-law. I was then taken back to Greg’s home where my car
was parked. When exiting his truck, I proceeded to fall out of it because I was so sick and
incapacitated. Greg Perkins assisted me from the ground and put me back into the back
seat of his truck at which time his sister-in-law exited the vehicle. I was then driven to a
second location which I was unfamiliar with, where I passed out on a couch. I eventually
woke up and found my way to a bathroom where I again passed out. I don’t know how long
I laid on that floor before I came to as I was being picked up by Greg. The couch where I
had been laying was in the room right outside the bathroom but instead Greg assisted me to
the basement of the home where he laid me face down on the couch and I passed out
again. This time when I came to Greg was sitting next to me groping my but and thighs. His
touch wasn’t welcomed but, I was only able to lift my head and swat my hand off to my side
while saying “NO, STOP!” Greg then proceeded to reach underneath me and unbuckle my
pants and pull down my jeans and underwear before raping me. I woke up in that unfamiliar
home the next morning alone now laying in a bed on the second level of the home where he
physically carried me and place me on the bed after raping me in the basement. When I
stood up my underwear where stilled pull down inside of my jeans causing me to fall unto
the floor. When I stood up to pull down my jeans to pull up my underwear, I could smell his
semen between my legs. I will never forget that smell. I have had nightmares about that
night and that smell for the last five years. I have had the assistance of a therapist for the
last four and a half years but that therapy couldn’t stop my hair from falling out from the
stress reliving that nightmare over and over. Nor could the therapy get me to stop hiding in
my bedroom for the first two years sitting in the same spot so long that I caused an
indention in my mattress. Therapy couldn’t prevent me from falling into the deep depression
that I sunk into for two straight years, nor the bouts of depression that I still suffer from
today. My life fell apart and it took me giving up everything and starting over in a new state
in an attempt to get my life back on track. This will forever be a struggle for me and I realize
you never completely heal from this kind of trauma; you only learn how to manage. Greg
Perkins raped me and I will never be the same. I ask that you take all of this into
consideration when making your decision.