Currently I’m in an odd stage. I can see some of my survivor tendencies returning to me, but I’m still quite aware of the things I’m a victim of.
It’s no longer enough for you to read about my struggles, sympathise and clothes a tab.
It disgusts me, terrifies me and shocks me to know that I, or the people that I love could come into contact with any one of these people at any time.
I don’t feel anxious very often but the bathroom is one rare moment when I do.