I needed this thread in the ninth grade when I was in a special kind of Hell. I need this now so that I can remember I'm NOT being overdramatic, that my trauma is real. And so that I can remember how much I have overcome.

If this resonates, please reach out. You aren't alone. https://twitter.com/Ashewyn/status/1274669456808202241

Honestly it's unbelievable I'm alive as I look through this thread and remember instances of every fucking one, and it also makes me angry that I have trauma to the level of having panic attacks when I smell certain types of alcohol because of one person who probably is just fine

Part of the reason this got so bad was bc it was in a queer (to the outsider) relationship. I lived in IF. It was hidden, we were closeted. So I had no one to tell me it wasn't fucking normal.

If this thread resonates with you, don't go this alone. Reach out. You deserve better.