It's taken me a while to come to terms with this is how it is. Unfortunately, I was used this way by some of the people I developed trust with, who I thought kept me safe.
I’m reading a book right now that a lovely friend of mine sent me. I’ve only just started because I haven’t been able to put time into reading it.
Life hasn't really been normal for me in a while. Since last summer, I've been living under a rock recovering from a near fatal breakdown. I switched from general therapy to a therapist who specialized in childhood trauma. Up until about January of this year, there was this eating feel of hopelessness. By the end of it, things started to feel less bleak. It could have been the Zoloft kicking in.