I have been posting a lot lately, and for that I apologize -- I am not usually so self-absorbed, but am new to my PTSD diagnosis and mostly without support, so I am struggling to get by. I used to think that I had a relatively normal upbringing and a good life -- until I started remembering things. I am 29. I graduated from college at the top of my class and was the type of person everyone believed would make big things happen. I guess it's because I hid things very well; I always pretended like nothing was wrong. Now, however, it's all coming apart at the seams. I have only recently realized I was molested/abused at a very young age and my parents were in denial. I was dismissed when i brought this up to them as a teenager. I was victimized again and again before I turned 21 -- and I realize now that it is because of what happened to me at 6 years old. I've never been able to admit to being a victim. I've always taken on the role of a "strong person" and people bought into it. I was the person people called when they had trouble. I was always the hero. But now I'm scared. I've got no support and no one who understands me. I always told myself the suffering would be worth it, because I'd help everyone else who felt neglected. I still feel that way but I guess my judgment is clouded right now because I only feel darkness. It's so strange how you can go from feeling like a completely normal person to realizing you were repeatedly traumatized and abused. I don't want my story to end here; I want, more than anything, to use what i've gone through as fuel to help other people.