I am a victim myself. Although I prefer not to use the term victim. I'm a survivor.
Fighting with the pain and questioning my sanity happen every time I decide to look back on my kidnapping and abuse I endured.
Having my roommates sell me without my knowing and against my will, and leaving me for dead...
I have acquired some defense mechanisms which make me appear aloof and like I don't care, and I always laugh at everything making it seem like everything is okay and like it doesn't bother me, but my god, I feel so fucking alone.
The PTSD is permanent. My scars on my body will always be there to remind me, and it just fucking sucks.
I wish I could go back to the person I used to be. I miss her.
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Flaaffy ago
I am a victim myself. Although I prefer not to use the term victim. I'm a survivor.
Fighting with the pain and questioning my sanity happen every time I decide to look back on my kidnapping and abuse I endured.
Having my roommates sell me without my knowing and against my will, and leaving me for dead...
I have acquired some defense mechanisms which make me appear aloof and like I don't care, and I always laugh at everything making it seem like everything is okay and like it doesn't bother me, but my god, I feel so fucking alone.
The PTSD is permanent. My scars on my body will always be there to remind me, and it just fucking sucks.
I wish I could go back to the person I used to be. I miss her.
sohonest ago
I hear you. You are certainly not alone and I'm very sorry to hear about your experience.