The story of how I won

Winged Victory of Samothrace
This is the story of how I won. This is the story of how I spoke out against wrongdoing that sought to hurt me fundamentally as a human being. I overcame these struggles with the fearlessness that has been given to me. The world is full of moral ambiguities and existential horrors. Yet I made the right decisions at the right time in such a way that I found success and happiness.
I'm an Indian American Muslim male. During my junior year of college at Indiana University-Bloomington, I was also a physics-philosophy double-major with a pre-med track. I became interested in the purpose of a college education and doing research on the history/philosophy of education to find answers to questions I pondered such as: What is the purpose of volunteering/grades/extracurriculars/etc? Why do we learn the way we do? How do we use these classes to help us realize those things? I spoke w/philosophers, scientists, professors, and other professionals to gather information about these issues from them, too. I've written these topics on complacency, academic freedom, advice for incoming freshmen, and rhetoric in our models of learning.
I tried starting a conversation among a premed club I was part of, but they retaliated against me. They isolated me, manipulated me, made lies about me, and reported me to the Dean that I was harassing them. They mostly did this out of their insecurities for those questions I was suggesting, but it was also because I was presenting well-researched, justified beliefs that contradicted theirs. They did this over the course of years, and, because they continued to lie throughout all of this, I never realized what they were doing until after they had done it. 
The Dean proceeded to criticize, interrupt, mock, and interrogate me with force. She said I was acting "bizarre" and called my story "twisted." She didn't give me a chance to defend myself. She'd laugh at me when I tried explaining how my friends were making up lies about me to silence me. She interrupted me in ways that I couldn't even finish what I was saying. She continued this behavior for months through email and in-person. I was traumatized. The university charged me with harassment and stalking. They left me off with a warning, but they required that I'd start therapy with a social worker who had no graduate training so I could better myself. I had no choice but to blame myself for everything and agree with whatever the Dean told me. Throughout all of this, I had no chance to defend myself on any claim others made against me.
That's when things got worse. I felt the pain, fear, anxiety, and distrust spreading into other parts of my life. Even when I tried doing positive things (like exercising and meditating) I felt the mocking voice of the Dean resonating in my head. I began sleeping 10-12 hours a day, stopped praying and exercising, eating less healthy, going to class less, and lost sight in the purpose of my classes. It got to the point where I wasn't doing any studying and felt my blood boiling in my lectures. I had no idea what I was suffering from.
I couldn't do anything to defend myself because I feared repercussions and abuse from the Dean of Students. My friends didn't know how to help me so they isolated themselves from me. My professors watched as my grades dropped and I could barely will myself out of bed for the last two years of college. Not having answers to my questions of the purpose of a college education started taking its toll on me. And the toxicity of the environment around me towards me just made me scared of myself. 
In hindsight, my therapist didn't help much. He mostly talked about superficial things like social skills, didn't take notes, gave me a blank stare most of the time, and only tried to keep me out of trouble instead of understanding me. He'd say things like "Oh, people are idiots," and he even believed in astrology. 
It's now been over a year since I graduated. I've spent the past year taking weekly therapy sessions with a therapist with a PhD and decades of experience out of my own will. This therapist is amazing like a modern day Sigmund Freud in how he gives detailed answers, speaks truthfully and with justification, and has amazing skills in rhetoric. 
In August I got off the phone with a senior investigator from the university. I had explained to her everything that happened. She said what I went through was egregiously wrong and should have never happened to anyone. She said they're going to require racial and religious bias training from the Dean and other staff members that were involved. She said this because the Dean and the pre-medical student who bullied me were both white women. They said they were going to keep close check on all of the Dean's communication of all forms. And, best of all, the university now knows the individuals who did this to me, and they said they'd take action against them. I told the investigator I didn't want anymore input. As of me writing this blogpost, the Dean no longer works for the university. 
sigh of relief
It took 3 years. But I finally got my voice heard and taken seriously from the university. I want to take a sigh of relief and say I'm fine now, but it's still going to take me a while to figure myself out. It's gonna take some visits to coffee shops and long walks.
But I've been eating well, exercising most days, studying philosophy and physics to my heart's content, and planning on going back to grad school soon.
I won. Let this be a victory for everything a university should stand for. Let the future be brighter for students who wish to learn and grow. The past is heavy, but the future is greater. And I will no longer be shackled by fear.
I want to extend my gratitude to everyone who supported me along the way. I want to thank my current therapist most of all. And thank you for reading this. It really means a lot to me.