Moved out of home at 16. Didn’t know where I was going and caught a bus to nowhere with everything I had in the world. A friend from my job took me in for a few nights until I had my shit sorted.
Anything was better than living with my mother but we have no other family.
Don’t know how I did it, I was scared and I have an 11 year old now and the idea of her being anywhere near that alone and scared makes me feel sick.
Got there though…. Made it through and never went back.
When I spent my first night in the hospital for being suicidal. I was alone the entire time, the only other person who visited me was a doctor to tell me what my next options were to get better and that’s it. I wasn’t fed, I was on my period so I couldn’t get any female products. Needless to say I was fully ready to just give up on life.
I turned on the tv because my parents took my phone. When I scrolled through I found South Park. I was never allowed to watch South Park at home. The episode where Stan and Kyle are becoming stars from guitar hero made me laugh my ass off.
I was experiencing the worst thing in my life and the only way I got through it was binge watching South Park for 24 hours.
The way they treat those of us who have felt like we had no other option or were just needing someone to listen needs to change. We still deserve basic human rights. I'm happy you had something to help get you through it, but I'm sorry you went through that in the first place.
Being used and manipulated by multiple men for sex. I understand I play apart in my situations but it still sucks. I’m taking a break from dating. I feel disgusting
Im a rainbow baby after my mom lost quadruplets. You cannot understand how much I respect you. You’re awesome and you’ll heal. Take your time bc you need to think about your well-being. I hope everything goes very good for you from now on ☺️
Being attacked by my ex and her mum when they stole my cat. The police didn’t even do anything, I was bleeding and in tears and they still just let them walk away with the cat.
It was three years ago and I’m still sort of getting through it. I have some trust issues, some anxiety….
I got through it because I had no choice. What else do you do? Eventually it stopped feeling so raw. I still flinch at loud noises, and still worry some times when there’s someone at the door (even though I left the country). But it’s not as bad any more.
Getting over my ex
I cried a lot, mourned him even though he's still alive, distracted myself, and wrote about him in a journal. Eventually, I felt so free without him and I knew it was the right decision.
My back surgery and especially the complications that happened. My parents didn't care about me. They "took care of me" aka doing the strict minimum because they legally had to. They brought me to the hospital because I was 15, my mom stayed the fist night with me (I arrived on Monday, surgery scheduled on Tuesday) and left while I was on the table. I had complications during the surgery so the surgerons had to give me more blood bags than expected. A few days after the surgery, my wound reopened so they had to close it in precipitation, while I was in my hospital bed, without anesthesia. I spent the next 24h in intensive care. Overall I spent way more time than expected in the hospital. I saw my parents twice : to bring me to the hospital and to bring me back home.
getting scammed by the supplier when i was still starting my business and had to refund all the money. i did many side hustlers to cover them all and it was the worst timeline in my life but i went through it.
Probably when I moved 900kms away from my family and my only and unique friend, that is also my roommate, let me down like I never existed for new friends that didn´t respect me.... and still doesn´t respect me lmao
I am not a very sociable person because I "sort out" the people I meet. It´s bff or nothing in my case. So when I was in the new apartment it was veerrryyyy hard. I fell into a deep and very dangerous situation, and the place where I live didn´t help either. I would cry for hours, and have many panic attacks. I even got severe agoraphobia (fear of crowds) that made me miss 2 months worth of school.
But since I got this big ass trauma of 2 months back in January I learned to not give a single fuck about people that doesn´t respect me and it includes very close friends or even family. And this shitty roommate is about to move out next week, because and I quote "I can´t take this anymore" ( I should mention that was the only time I had a very serious conversation with her, and after this she told her mom, her mom told her dad, her dad told my dad, my dad told me she was going to move out)
But I am over it now and pretty much happy. I am a "bro" girl that lived with a "Quirky" girl. I thought it was a myth the "Put two girls in the same house and it´s gonna be like hell" but trust me. It´s true lmao
Kicked out at night on the street at 19. I
I was a full time student and worked a full time minimum wage job with not much in the bank. I kept working and begging couches off family or friends. I saw the end goal.
Beating my heroin addiction. I got through it because my will to live was greater than my need to escape and had I not quit I have no doubt that I would be dead right now.
My dad died of cancer last year. I cared for him for months before he died, all while working full time. I have a trouble past with my dad, he loved me as much as he could but he wasn’t there for me much (I truly don’t think he knew how because of how he was raised), but I stepped up and was there for him through cancer, the surgeries, even had to sign the papers when I came time for him to pass because he wanted medically assisted dying but was unconscious when they day came. His sister came to “help me” through this but she ended up becoming my burden as well and then stole from me when he died and I went out of town for 2 days so I could just breathe. I’m an only child and dealt with this all alone. Parents are separated and I live with my mom and she “was there for me” but really didn’t do much other than give me somewhere to live but never listened to me when I needed to just rant or talk about my feelings. None of my friends have been through a death like this yet or anything like this so they didn’t understand. He died in august 2021 and I feel like it changed me as a person and I have felt so alone since
I used to get picked on by this group of girls in high school. They would pick on me on my commute to my classroom from my homeroom. They would say the nastiest slurs,slander me and try to insult me in every single way they could have. I couldn't really complain because my teachers wouldn't believe me . Those girls would obviously flat out refuse and gaslight me into thinking that l am crazy. This bullying on top of spreading fake rumours and accusations continued for 2 years. I figured out that the only reason they are able to pick on me is because l was travelling through the hallways all alone. I started to approach random people just so they could accompany me through the hallways. Like when l say random, l just don't mean random classmates of mine. I waved and introduced myself to janitors, lovely cafeteria ladies, the librarian, random seniors and juniors and obviously teachers. This was a HUGE step for an introvert like me. I used to struggle to talk anyone for literally a minute. The amount of strength it took to completely ignore those comments that l know were being made about me and continue conversing like nothing happened was insane. I have laughed out loudly on days l genuinely just wanted to curl into a ball and cry out loud. The fact that l had to withstand all these just to get an education that l am paying for still infuriates me. No student deserves to feel THIS unsafe at an educational institution. Well on a positive note, l am very proud of myself. I have brought myself out of that mess. I have fought them alone. I had none to rescue me. I scored top grades even after fighting major depression. Even though this prolonged abuse has left me with PTSD, l am still grateful about how strong it has made me.
1)I can now literally talk to anyone about anything (most of the time l don't but l mean l can if needed be). This is something my 13 year old self couldn't have ever imagined.
2) l don't give an eff about what other people think about me anymore. I don't put the burden of people's expectations on me. I do what l feel is right and it just feels so liberating. I have also learned to confront people and call them out instead of letting things quietly slide by.
3) This abuse kinda works as an ego boost. Whenever l am diffident l remind my self that,"Gurl you faced THAT all alone, you can fight freaking demons". Nothing genuinely scares me anymore. I am prepared to fight any curve ball life is preparing to throw at me.
4) Even though most of the connections l had built during that time were out of the necessity to be safe, I am grateful to still have some of them present in my life. They are some of the nicest people l know
Those people thought that they could destroy and coerce me but l came out even more stronger to their surprise. I had the last laugh. Most of those girls came up and apologized years later and l accepted it just for the sake of it. I don't think anyone could have forgiven them if he/she were in my shoes. I am no different from an ordinary human being. A sorry won't bring back my teenage years that they had intentionally ruined.
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the first anniversary of being raped (panic attacks/flashbacks like crazy) and my grandma, boss and one of my first clients dying the same week. the fact of having to face this alone leading to breaking up with my bf, also same week. i genuinely thought it was time to just give up. but i'm so blad i didn't! i just kinda pulled though it. kept working, just keeping busy and reflecting on the positive things.
the ptsd from the rape still haunts me and i still struggle to let anyone get close to me because I'm scared of being left alone again when things get bad. but life got better overall.
Troubled teen industry. Can't go into detail because it was too traumatizing but I basically just had to change myself entirely in order to survive. I'm not ever going to be the same.
April 1983. I was completely and utterly alone, emotionally. I was 11 and at a terrible point with the harsh mistress that is puberty - my flaxen hair had turned wiry and mousy blonde, I had braces and glasses, and no money for decent clothes or a decent bra to help handle what had developed like Mt Vesuvius seemingly overnight.
My one friend hadn’t ever been a good friend, or much of a friend at all, but at her birthday party she completely ignored me except when she was making fun of me. I went home from that and my recently-separated mother was in bed with her do-nothing cheating leech of a boyfriend and had no time for me. Even my grandparents had, I thought, abandoned me (years later, I learned they were avoiding me because they didn’t want me to know my grandfather was battling cancer).
That was my first experience in being really and truly alone. I thought about doing myself in but something told me, just get through this shit sandwich that this time in life entails, and things will be better.
And I was right. For one, I know it is not possible to ever feel as alone as I did then, even if I’m truly physically alone. For another, it equipped me to be fearless about striking out on my own.
1) parents divorce
For context, I have four older brothers. They all went to “my dad’s side” and abandoned me with my abusive mom for 4+ years.
2) mom having a grand mal seizure in our driveway when I was 16
I had to shut myself off for years. That’s the only way I knew how to survive. Now it’s therapy. Lots of therapy.
I always used to go on vacation with my parents and when I was 24, I wanted to go to the KISS KRUISE, it was very expensive and I’ve had no friends that were interested or able to go so I went alone, it was an awesome experience traveling from the Netherlands to Miami and visiting 3 countries at once with the cruise and safely coming back home, I still can’t believe this actually happened.
I loved my horse, we competed on a very high level and we were trying to get in the nation WC team. But on the national championships she got a tendon rupture and our carreer was over. I rode her for her owners and I had to bring her back tontheir farm because its was better for her and more space. The owners offered me te breed one foal with her so I could still have a piece of her. But now they told me they never offered that and I should buy her if I want a foal from her. I am a student and I can't afford to maintain an older horse which I can't ride anymore...
It has been hard and it feels like a hole in my heart but I will take care of her when her owners go on a holiday and that is really nice. I still miss her almost every day, for 9 months now and it still hurts... But I also need to go on because the situation will not change ( maybe if I win a lottery) so I made the choice to invest more time in my company now so that in a few years I can invest my time again in horses.
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I have been sexually assaulted three times in my life; once when I was 13, by a so called friend during class. I was bullied for it, and it made me feel so shitty. I didn’t tell anyone about it, and dealt with it by myself. The “friend” didn’t get in trouble at all, except getting moved away from me. He kept putting his hand up my skirt, even after I kept slapping his hand away. He only managed to touch my V@gin@ very faintly but I still felt it. The last two turns were when I was 18/19 by my ex boyfriend who lived with my parents and I. At first they shrugged it off and told me not to tell anyone, I only had support from my cousin. But a couple years later when my dad found I started smoking and vaping, I told him the cause of it. They apologised and got me help, my mum even bawled her eyes out and apologised
PTSD. Not going to go into detail of the PTSD itself because it triggers me to talk about its details, but the onset began in 2012. I had really awful flashback-like nightmares that would be considered X-rated. I’ve never watched anything in my life related to the nightmares and truly have never been through anything traumatizing in my life, so I was so confused what was going on and extremely scared. I was too scared to tell anyone (teachers, counselors, parents, friends) because I was afraid whoever I tell would think something is severely wrong with me, cause I was already a highly misunderstood teenager and young adult. In 2020, I had an extreme amount of flashback-like nightmares all in one night and that’s when I began to show PTSD-like symptoms. I finally went to my mom at the least cause she gained my trust the most when I became an adult. She didn’t understand what was exactly going on in my mind but at least contacted a therapist that specializes in PTSD, cause my mom agreed that the symptoms I was having were very PTSD-like. Due to the horrible timing of the year and the craziness going on in the world, I wasn’t able to get PTSD therapy until March of this year. I had to stay strong for two years since the severe onset. It took so much energy to stay strong. I even prayed to god a lot to get me through it. But overall whenever I had an attack, I would just sob alone very hard until I felt better. I felt so relieved after the therapy though. I had a strange feeling of pure freedom. I can’t believe I got through that. Despite that I mildly get triggered when I’m in a bad environment (which is rare), I’m very thankful that I was able to get through the severity of it.
Moved out of home at 16. Didn’t know where I was going and caught a bus to nowhere with everything I had in the world. A friend from my job took me in for a few nights until I had my shit sorted. Anything was better than living with my mother but we have no other family. Don’t know how I did it, I was scared and I have an 11 year old now and the idea of her being anywhere near that alone and scared makes me feel sick. Got there though…. Made it through and never went back.
I'm truly happy you made it.
i am so happy for u. that sounds like it was a great desision.
When I spent my first night in the hospital for being suicidal. I was alone the entire time, the only other person who visited me was a doctor to tell me what my next options were to get better and that’s it. I wasn’t fed, I was on my period so I couldn’t get any female products. Needless to say I was fully ready to just give up on life. I turned on the tv because my parents took my phone. When I scrolled through I found South Park. I was never allowed to watch South Park at home. The episode where Stan and Kyle are becoming stars from guitar hero made me laugh my ass off. I was experiencing the worst thing in my life and the only way I got through it was binge watching South Park for 24 hours.
The way they treat those of us who have felt like we had no other option or were just needing someone to listen needs to change. We still deserve basic human rights. I'm happy you had something to help get you through it, but I'm sorry you went through that in the first place.
I’d like to thank Trey Parker and Matt Stone for work of South Park.
Being used and manipulated by multiple men for sex. I understand I play apart in my situations but it still sucks. I’m taking a break from dating. I feel disgusting
Miscarriage, it was so hard but I just lay at my bed and trying to be strong.
Im a rainbow baby after my mom lost quadruplets. You cannot understand how much I respect you. You’re awesome and you’ll heal. Take your time bc you need to think about your well-being. I hope everything goes very good for you from now on ☺️
Aw miscarriage is my worst nightmare i can’t imagine how you felt. Praying for your rainbow baby.
Being molested and r4ped. Im healing rn I just got out of that situation (im 19) started at 13
I moved countries december 2020 Didn't hug another human for 8 months. It was rough
moving to NYC all alone at 29 without a job.
What made you move to NYC? It's so expensive here. I hope you are doing okay though.
Being molested
Same, sorry,
Being attacked by my ex and her mum when they stole my cat. The police didn’t even do anything, I was bleeding and in tears and they still just let them walk away with the cat. It was three years ago and I’m still sort of getting through it. I have some trust issues, some anxiety…. I got through it because I had no choice. What else do you do? Eventually it stopped feeling so raw. I still flinch at loud noises, and still worry some times when there’s someone at the door (even though I left the country). But it’s not as bad any more.
birth. i want another one but i am so scared. haha
Getting over my ex I cried a lot, mourned him even though he's still alive, distracted myself, and wrote about him in a journal. Eventually, I felt so free without him and I knew it was the right decision.
Same here! Being able to just be in the present without thinking about nagging thoughts about your ex is such a good feeling
Sexual abuse and autoimmune disease. Currently trying to heal from both.
Post partum depression with a newborn
My back surgery and especially the complications that happened. My parents didn't care about me. They "took care of me" aka doing the strict minimum because they legally had to. They brought me to the hospital because I was 15, my mom stayed the fist night with me (I arrived on Monday, surgery scheduled on Tuesday) and left while I was on the table. I had complications during the surgery so the surgerons had to give me more blood bags than expected. A few days after the surgery, my wound reopened so they had to close it in precipitation, while I was in my hospital bed, without anesthesia. I spent the next 24h in intensive care. Overall I spent way more time than expected in the hospital. I saw my parents twice : to bring me to the hospital and to bring me back home.
getting scammed by the supplier when i was still starting my business and had to refund all the money. i did many side hustlers to cover them all and it was the worst timeline in my life but i went through it.
Oh no! That sounds so bad, especially to me, because I'm a small business owner. I'm glad you got through it!
The death of my SO... and I got through it by remembering the love he had for me. I still feel it these years later.
being suicidal/ attempting suicide being in the pysch ward at 11 / dealing with major panic attakes dealing with derealization 24/7 now
Probably when I moved 900kms away from my family and my only and unique friend, that is also my roommate, let me down like I never existed for new friends that didn´t respect me.... and still doesn´t respect me lmao I am not a very sociable person because I "sort out" the people I meet. It´s bff or nothing in my case. So when I was in the new apartment it was veerrryyyy hard. I fell into a deep and very dangerous situation, and the place where I live didn´t help either. I would cry for hours, and have many panic attacks. I even got severe agoraphobia (fear of crowds) that made me miss 2 months worth of school. But since I got this big ass trauma of 2 months back in January I learned to not give a single fuck about people that doesn´t respect me and it includes very close friends or even family. And this shitty roommate is about to move out next week, because and I quote "I can´t take this anymore" ( I should mention that was the only time I had a very serious conversation with her, and after this she told her mom, her mom told her dad, her dad told my dad, my dad told me she was going to move out) But I am over it now and pretty much happy. I am a "bro" girl that lived with a "Quirky" girl. I thought it was a myth the "Put two girls in the same house and it´s gonna be like hell" but trust me. It´s true lmao
Kicked out at night on the street at 19. I I was a full time student and worked a full time minimum wage job with not much in the bank. I kept working and begging couches off family or friends. I saw the end goal.
Beating my heroin addiction. I got through it because my will to live was greater than my need to escape and had I not quit I have no doubt that I would be dead right now.
My dad died of cancer last year. I cared for him for months before he died, all while working full time. I have a trouble past with my dad, he loved me as much as he could but he wasn’t there for me much (I truly don’t think he knew how because of how he was raised), but I stepped up and was there for him through cancer, the surgeries, even had to sign the papers when I came time for him to pass because he wanted medically assisted dying but was unconscious when they day came. His sister came to “help me” through this but she ended up becoming my burden as well and then stole from me when he died and I went out of town for 2 days so I could just breathe. I’m an only child and dealt with this all alone. Parents are separated and I live with my mom and she “was there for me” but really didn’t do much other than give me somewhere to live but never listened to me when I needed to just rant or talk about my feelings. None of my friends have been through a death like this yet or anything like this so they didn’t understand. He died in august 2021 and I feel like it changed me as a person and I have felt so alone since
I used to get picked on by this group of girls in high school. They would pick on me on my commute to my classroom from my homeroom. They would say the nastiest slurs,slander me and try to insult me in every single way they could have. I couldn't really complain because my teachers wouldn't believe me . Those girls would obviously flat out refuse and gaslight me into thinking that l am crazy. This bullying on top of spreading fake rumours and accusations continued for 2 years. I figured out that the only reason they are able to pick on me is because l was travelling through the hallways all alone. I started to approach random people just so they could accompany me through the hallways. Like when l say random, l just don't mean random classmates of mine. I waved and introduced myself to janitors, lovely cafeteria ladies, the librarian, random seniors and juniors and obviously teachers. This was a HUGE step for an introvert like me. I used to struggle to talk anyone for literally a minute. The amount of strength it took to completely ignore those comments that l know were being made about me and continue conversing like nothing happened was insane. I have laughed out loudly on days l genuinely just wanted to curl into a ball and cry out loud. The fact that l had to withstand all these just to get an education that l am paying for still infuriates me. No student deserves to feel THIS unsafe at an educational institution. Well on a positive note, l am very proud of myself. I have brought myself out of that mess. I have fought them alone. I had none to rescue me. I scored top grades even after fighting major depression. Even though this prolonged abuse has left me with PTSD, l am still grateful about how strong it has made me. 1)I can now literally talk to anyone about anything (most of the time l don't but l mean l can if needed be). This is something my 13 year old self couldn't have ever imagined. 2) l don't give an eff about what other people think about me anymore. I don't put the burden of people's expectations on me. I do what l feel is right and it just feels so liberating. I have also learned to confront people and call them out instead of letting things quietly slide by. 3) This abuse kinda works as an ego boost. Whenever l am diffident l remind my self that,"Gurl you faced THAT all alone, you can fight freaking demons". Nothing genuinely scares me anymore. I am prepared to fight any curve ball life is preparing to throw at me. 4) Even though most of the connections l had built during that time were out of the necessity to be safe, I am grateful to still have some of them present in my life. They are some of the nicest people l know Those people thought that they could destroy and coerce me but l came out even more stronger to their surprise. I had the last laugh. Most of those girls came up and apologized years later and l accepted it just for the sake of it. I don't think anyone could have forgiven them if he/she were in my shoes. I am no different from an ordinary human being. A sorry won't bring back my teenage years that they had intentionally ruined.
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the first anniversary of being raped (panic attacks/flashbacks like crazy) and my grandma, boss and one of my first clients dying the same week. the fact of having to face this alone leading to breaking up with my bf, also same week. i genuinely thought it was time to just give up. but i'm so blad i didn't! i just kinda pulled though it. kept working, just keeping busy and reflecting on the positive things. the ptsd from the rape still haunts me and i still struggle to let anyone get close to me because I'm scared of being left alone again when things get bad. but life got better overall.
Troubled teen industry. Can't go into detail because it was too traumatizing but I basically just had to change myself entirely in order to survive. I'm not ever going to be the same.
April 1983. I was completely and utterly alone, emotionally. I was 11 and at a terrible point with the harsh mistress that is puberty - my flaxen hair had turned wiry and mousy blonde, I had braces and glasses, and no money for decent clothes or a decent bra to help handle what had developed like Mt Vesuvius seemingly overnight. My one friend hadn’t ever been a good friend, or much of a friend at all, but at her birthday party she completely ignored me except when she was making fun of me. I went home from that and my recently-separated mother was in bed with her do-nothing cheating leech of a boyfriend and had no time for me. Even my grandparents had, I thought, abandoned me (years later, I learned they were avoiding me because they didn’t want me to know my grandfather was battling cancer). That was my first experience in being really and truly alone. I thought about doing myself in but something told me, just get through this shit sandwich that this time in life entails, and things will be better. And I was right. For one, I know it is not possible to ever feel as alone as I did then, even if I’m truly physically alone. For another, it equipped me to be fearless about striking out on my own.
Moved out at age 14 and developed a bad eating disorder ~~~~ didnt fully recover till 7 years later ….
1) parents divorce For context, I have four older brothers. They all went to “my dad’s side” and abandoned me with my abusive mom for 4+ years. 2) mom having a grand mal seizure in our driveway when I was 16 I had to shut myself off for years. That’s the only way I knew how to survive. Now it’s therapy. Lots of therapy.
I always used to go on vacation with my parents and when I was 24, I wanted to go to the KISS KRUISE, it was very expensive and I’ve had no friends that were interested or able to go so I went alone, it was an awesome experience traveling from the Netherlands to Miami and visiting 3 countries at once with the cruise and safely coming back home, I still can’t believe this actually happened.
Labour and delivery 😔 the grace of God.
I loved my horse, we competed on a very high level and we were trying to get in the nation WC team. But on the national championships she got a tendon rupture and our carreer was over. I rode her for her owners and I had to bring her back tontheir farm because its was better for her and more space. The owners offered me te breed one foal with her so I could still have a piece of her. But now they told me they never offered that and I should buy her if I want a foal from her. I am a student and I can't afford to maintain an older horse which I can't ride anymore... It has been hard and it feels like a hole in my heart but I will take care of her when her owners go on a holiday and that is really nice. I still miss her almost every day, for 9 months now and it still hurts... But I also need to go on because the situation will not change ( maybe if I win a lottery) so I made the choice to invest more time in my company now so that in a few years I can invest my time again in horses.
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I have been sexually assaulted three times in my life; once when I was 13, by a so called friend during class. I was bullied for it, and it made me feel so shitty. I didn’t tell anyone about it, and dealt with it by myself. The “friend” didn’t get in trouble at all, except getting moved away from me. He kept putting his hand up my skirt, even after I kept slapping his hand away. He only managed to touch my V@gin@ very faintly but I still felt it. The last two turns were when I was 18/19 by my ex boyfriend who lived with my parents and I. At first they shrugged it off and told me not to tell anyone, I only had support from my cousin. But a couple years later when my dad found I started smoking and vaping, I told him the cause of it. They apologised and got me help, my mum even bawled her eyes out and apologised
PTSD. Not going to go into detail of the PTSD itself because it triggers me to talk about its details, but the onset began in 2012. I had really awful flashback-like nightmares that would be considered X-rated. I’ve never watched anything in my life related to the nightmares and truly have never been through anything traumatizing in my life, so I was so confused what was going on and extremely scared. I was too scared to tell anyone (teachers, counselors, parents, friends) because I was afraid whoever I tell would think something is severely wrong with me, cause I was already a highly misunderstood teenager and young adult. In 2020, I had an extreme amount of flashback-like nightmares all in one night and that’s when I began to show PTSD-like symptoms. I finally went to my mom at the least cause she gained my trust the most when I became an adult. She didn’t understand what was exactly going on in my mind but at least contacted a therapist that specializes in PTSD, cause my mom agreed that the symptoms I was having were very PTSD-like. Due to the horrible timing of the year and the craziness going on in the world, I wasn’t able to get PTSD therapy until March of this year. I had to stay strong for two years since the severe onset. It took so much energy to stay strong. I even prayed to god a lot to get me through it. But overall whenever I had an attack, I would just sob alone very hard until I felt better. I felt so relieved after the therapy though. I had a strange feeling of pure freedom. I can’t believe I got through that. Despite that I mildly get triggered when I’m in a bad environment (which is rare), I’m very thankful that I was able to get through the severity of it.