The truth hurts but it also heals.
I discovered that I have PTSD.
I learned I have had anxiety since elementary (I just did not know).
I had my first panic attack (I thought I was having a heart attack).
I recovered painful memories.
One of my abusers friend requested me on Facebook.
Living on my own has made me more paranoid of men.
BUT AMONG ALL THIS...
I realized I have not let my pain, stress, anxiety, paranoia, and depression stop me from living life and pursuing happiness.
knowing that I have PTSD explains a lot about myself, so it feels like a lot of questions have been answered.
I have been able to identify and express most of my emotions, so I no longer feel like I am going crazy.
I discovered that I am a strong person.
I have learned new things about myself.
I now know that I like challenges.
I feel happy and loved.
I am proud of myself.