It's Sept. 18 - the day that 10yrs ago changed my life. A man raped me and nearly stranggled me to death. I used my brain and managed to talk him into letting me go. I've made some progress this year, but right now I feel like something someone scraped off the bottom of their shoe. Was supposed to see my t today - but she got physically sick and can't make it. Fiance has day off - he wants to help - but he's a man. Just want to curl up in a dark hole and sit. Have my "monthly" - bad timing for that too! Not sure how to make it through the next 23 1/2 hrs. I know I'll live, just not sure how yet. Trying to keep distracted - not working very well (obsivously). Fragmented thoughts. Neighbors upstairs "running" as usual for this time of night. So scared, so confused, so alone - so what? Guess I just needed to vent - AGAIN. Thanks for putting up with me.