Well, this month has been extremely emotional.
First off, I had to put my beautiful cat, Milo, to sleep on Monday due to old age, cancer & kidney failure (it’s a miracle he lasted this long since his diagnosis) so I’ve been extremely depressed.
But on the other hand, I finally told my health care provider about the rape, and the flashbacks that Jesse set off back in March, so I do feel a bit more calm knowing my therapist and doctor are aware. But, this means I’ll have to go on disability for a while since the PTSD is bad.
I want to be able to work and manage a life without this stigma and medication, but I guess that’s asking too much…