CPTSD/Disorders of extreme stress not otherwise specified

I feel like I need to escape somewhere safe. Somewhere where people don’t hurt me.

I lost my voice.

I’m broken.

I’ll never get fixed now. It’s too late.

Only Hemingway knows the pain I’m in. No one else does. I’m avoidant. I’m broken. Damaged. Worthless. Every word you can think of.

Repeatedly being pressured into having to take accountability for being raped and abused in your life takes its toll on you.

I’m not going to make it out okay. My flashbacks are too severe. I can’t even go and stay at my exes or be around them.

Sorry. I’ve let everyone down. I’m damaged. It’s done.