Last night was not a good night. At all. I started to fall apart. Last night was the mark of 3 months after the assault. My mind would not quit trying to make sense of all of what happened and why it was a hard day. My mind does this often. I was actually trying to use numbers and find a logical way that it made sense. For example, the number 24 comes up in alot of my artwork and so I would take the number 24 and divide it by 3 because it has been 3 months and then I would be left with 8, which makes sense because I have been hurt by 8 people. So my mind just continuously did that over and over again all night long. I tried to get some help with it and the nurses, here where I live, did not understand what I have been going through and therefor did not want to even listen. So I got upset and hurt and I started to cry hysterically. and that did not make matters any better. I was already having flashbacks of the emergency room visit all day and so this kind of pushed it over and they got more extreme. Well I won't tell everything about last night, but that was difficult for me. So I guess they called my mom, which I do not agree with at all. Well becacuse she is one of them people who has hurt me. I quit cryiing almost as soon as she came, I hid all of my feelings and stuffed everything. Sop that is not a good thing at all. Well thank you all for your constant concern and compassion during this hard time. I really do appreciate it. Thank you.

Jennifer