I live with depression and PTSD with dissociation. When I was a teen my mother died. The rest of my family fell into drug use and alcoholism. I went hungry a lot. I had a boyfriend who was controlling and abusive who I relied on to feed me and a group of shitty horrible friends. When I broke up with the controlling boyfriend I became a target for a group of both his friends and people I believed were my friends. First came the social ostracism, the vandalism of my car, the physical assaults. The grand climax of all this being the time a group of his friends drugged me, kidnapped me in a van and took turns raping me. They also through in some terror and dehumanization. Mock execution, making me exchange sexual favors for water, cigarettes and cheeseburgers, as well as desecration of my mothers remains (on oft "friends" helped them get her creation remains). To what end? I think to teach me a lesson, to break me, to try to get me to kill myself... Took me years of therapy to even say this much.