I am a rape victim. I have PTSD and depression. I haven't made this blog for pity; I haven't made this blog for attention. I am here to share with you what it is like to be battling various mental problems on a daily basis. And venting my emotions onto here makes me feel at least a small bit better. Don't expect routine updates, and don't expect to ever find out who I am. I wish to remain anonymous so that I can share my story with the community, without the people that know me finding out who I am... and what I am. I warn you now, before you get into my blog: the content I post here may be triggering, and it may stir some deep emotions. -E.
Today has been a decent day in terms of emotions. Had much less depressive thoughts, no arguments, and the urges to cut are getting pretty weak once again. Because of my paranoia, I've fashioned myself something that can't exactly get me charged for weapon possession, but isn't completely harmless; and can cause lethal damage if I try hard enough. Its helped substantially to get rid of the fear of attack, and it's given me peace of mind which is helping me get back on my way to being "normal". It's nice feeling even remotely safe.