Thank you for all your hugs, it helps.

I feel a little better today after some sleep, but all I can think about is how the next few days are going to be. I feel like sleeping all the time and I just don't want to do anything, see anyone or feel anything. I feel so numb and just like I don't even have a soul anymore, like I'm not even alive anymore, so why should I be physically alive if I don't feel mentally alive?

I can't do anything that helps me because there's always something that has to get in the way, something that stops me from doing it. It's always such a struggle just to try to do ONE thing that helps me and I feel like I'll never be the person I always wanted to be.

The police believed their lies, not my truth, my tears, my anger, hurt. They believed the family that hit me at every opportunity, that physically, mentally and sexually abused me. How could they?!?! Because that family are so good at faking emotions and now I feel like none of it ever happened, that it was just a bad dream and I never woke up from it fully.

I WISH.

It's too late now, or so it feels, to make anything better