my cousin sexually assaulted me 2 summers ago, i was 13 turning 14 and he was 17 or 18, anyway i don’t hate him like at all. i know i should, but i dont. im completely over it like it didn’t happen.
I selfishly betrayed all my friends out of fear of telling the truth to avoid being hurt not realizing that it hurts more to lie than it does to be honest.
My husband has this weird habit. Every year the day before my birthday, say we'll be driving home from groceries or something, and he has this habit of stopping at the drugstore and quietly buying my birthday card. Like he even knows I know, but he just has to do it that way. I don't know why, I mean I pretend to not notice. And he always says, oh I forgot to pick up some gum, or something random.
My own brother sexually assaulted me but I still love him because he is more than I will ever be and he is my brother and family is everything.
My husband has been going to the doctor on the low-key and has been avoiding any questions. He's been secretive and hiding something. I have found him coughing and hacking and sometimes the sink looks like it had blood. I think he's ill but he refuses to even admit it and I don't dare bring it up. He even refuses to walk, he used to be so active, and he has this noticeable strong limp. I'm afraid he might be dying.
I have been suffering from anxiety for sometime now and I can not keep my thoughts at a pace. In addition to that I have a chronic illness and I fantasize about not being here anymore. What can I do?
I feel like I will never truly be myself because I’m so worried about other people’s ideas of who I should be.