I originally made this account a year ago when I was really struggling again after not really having any issues in years and wanted to post but wasn't ready to.
(I also buried down what had happened again until some old wounds were reopened recently).
It's still hard to think or talk about, but I think I am more ready this time.
Last night, for the first time ever, I told my best friend my full story. I had told her vague parts before when I needed to get it off my chest, but this time I had told her both old and new secrets. Stuff I had never even talked about aloud to anyone before.
I am slightly paranoid to be here and fear having someone I know somehow figuring out it's me but I really like how this site is set up.
I've read quite a few posts around here and it's really such a relief to see those who have had some of the exact same thoughts and emotions that I have. It makes me feel a little less lonely.