By: A Survivor Not a Victim
June 12, 2016
Today is my 33rd birthday, but it doesn’t matter; I’m not celebrating. I have no plans; I made no plans. I’m broken beyond belief because of what he has done to me.
No justice, no responsibility, and he is free to do it again to some other woman. I still can’t sleep, can’t eat, I’m anxious all the time, and so jumpy. What is the point of celebrating this year when I’m completely destroyed as a human? I don’t even want to be living most days. It is not fair, and there is nothing that I can do about it. I’m so depressed, exhausted, tired of the nightmares and flashbacks, and just living here in this apartment. There is nothing to celebrate!
A Survivor Not a Victim 
Hello there! This blog post could not be written much better!
Looking at this article reminds me of my previous roommate!
He always kept preaching about this. I am going to forward this information to him.
Pretty sure he will have a very good read.
Many thanks for sharing!
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Thank you. It is just so hard most day’s. I have been through some rough times in my life just like anyone else, but this is just beyond. ..I don’t know
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