After the abuse and bullshit with M, I went into full on PTS mode for a week. That’s a week of reliving the sexual abuse, the psychological abuse, and the physical abuse I went through as a child as well as a few instances of mate crime. I had profound anxiety both general and social as well as deep bouts of depression. Today feels like the first day that’s really in the other side of at least the depression stuff. I’m still working on the anxiety.