What happens when you choose to stay in an abusive relationship even after your life has turned to hell? I'm so blessed that hell kicked me out, though at first, it cut me apart. I felt like a complete and utter failure. Later, as I began to recover, see clearly, and started living for myself for the first time in my life, that's when tiny cracks began to appear. It started off as what seemed like little things. I wasn't comfortable with people. I had nightmares where I was forced to go back to that "prison." As time went on I noticed bigger problems, things upset me that I couldn't find a reason for. When I liked a guy and we started bonding I would suddenly get really annoyed by everything he did. It wasn't like me to be so uptight or easily bothered. The music he listened to would suddenly make my head feel like it was going to explode or whenever he started talking about something panic would suddenly seize my chest and I would start bab...
Do your best, take it day by day.