This is probably just a big huge venting post because I am depressed and feel sorry for myself (truth be told). I have a rich trauma history that began in childhood sexual abuse and terrorizing, then got strangled and left for dead at 21, then fled to England to get away from my fear and got drugged and kidnapped, but got away before I got raped or whatever he had planned for me. Mugged in Athens, chased at the statue of David in Florence. Capped off by being so poisoned by darkroom... Dreading My Son s Wedding
https://www.myptsd.com/c/threads/dreading-my-sons-wedding.52176/
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