sexual assault, mental health, homelessness
The 11th will mark three years since I was raped by an asshole named Krish. My PTSD has been especially bad lately, with that anniversary coming up. On top of that my therapist is gone (moved to another job) and I'm losing my home. I'm determined to make it through this, but can't life just cut me a break for once?
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