Bad night in Torridaussity Two

It’s funny how you think you’re doing ok, plugging along and then something out of no where triggers everything you thought you had dealt with or had moved past and you’re sitting alone at home sobbing uncontrollably and trying to type an entry so that someone somewhere knows you’re not okay because the tangible people in your life can’t handle it when you’re messy and depressed and sobbing. Because no one really knows you anymore because the most traumatic experience you ever had they will never know about. They will never know the true pain you felt/feel, and you’re lost and it’s your own fault and your own stupidity that made it this way and so you sit alone sobbing and hoping someone who reads this will understand.