Blah blah blah. There's reasons, I'm trapped in isolation with a narcissistic abuser, yesterday it got pointed out that my rapist may actually be a sex trafficker, ii can't see any of the people who make me feel okay and its all too much.

So when my oven stopped working I don't know what happened and I'm now on the kitchen floor crying, screaming and covered in blood. I think it's been about twenty minutes since the oven went off and I just noped out of here

I've been in therapy for 18 months and I'm becoming more self aware but I can't imagine how these meltdowns will ever end.

My cat is with me now. I'm OK. Other than being a complete failure who trusted a sex trafficker, still cannot escape the abuse at home and now I've broken the oven.