TO: Jesus, my mind is so fucked up from abuse I apologize for being in pain. Like?? Wow. I need serious help. I need to go on disability or some s***. Jesus. I have like sick and healthy thinking and it switches in and out. I have moments of clarity that let me know I’m pretty insane. If you murdered me I’d probably apologize for bleeding on your shoes. ME: Thank you for pointing this out. Its validating that someone else also recognizes the extent of her abuse”