Thing is, I have gotten better. I’m married now and living my life, but I guess I have depression. I feel like even at my happiest moments I’m still a tiny bit sad. I guess I feel like part of my soul died with me. My husband knew me before the rapes. He knew me as a cheery person. Maybe I need a dog - something to live for. I’m going to get a puppy next year. I’m hoping that living for something that is dependent on me will help. I’ve raised dogs, but with help. This is my first puppy on my own without my parents. Animals are the only real thing that I can truly connect to...