This is true — there is no prize for being violated. It’s not at all fair that you have to feel like you’ll spend the rest of your life broken.
Twenty years out from my first rape, fifteen from my last, I can tell you, though: you are not ruined. You can do amazing things; you are probably already doing amazing things. You can be strong; you may already be exceedingly strong.
The one who violated you does not control you anymore, and you owe it to no one to stay broken. Society tells us we should, as women, feel shamed forever when we are assaulted, but society also thinks we should buy a new iPhone every year and wear stilettos on the golf course, so I for one don’t trust its motives.