At least I did a really good job holding it together tonight.
I didn’t cry or break down or have a flashback
I talked about my childhood abuse
I touched on my abduction
I talked about being assaulted at a party by an acquaintance
I talked about what Kyle did to me.
I’m maybe going to vomit now, and I’m going to worry about being damaged goods, and cry about everything that’s happened, but then I’ll fall asleep and things will be okay in the morning.