I grew up with physical and mental abuse from family and peers at school. I never had a safe place.

Now, I’m married and my husband is emotionally abusive when he drinks, which is an everyday occurrence.

It doesn’t help that we have a severely handicapped son that I’m the main caregiver for. I have had two nervous breakdowns since our son was born. I now, at the age of 52, have a stutter, anxiety, panic attacks, depression, complex ptsd, and I am in constant state of grief.

I have a great therapist that cares for me. Recently, I did something I am very ashamed for. I texted my therapist saying a bunch of stuff I didn’t mean and now she won’t talk to me anymore. We clicked and I don’t want another therapist.

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