thanks for checking in, when I was 7 I knew it wasn't my daddy loving me anymore, I wanted to say something but I was too scared. He stunk of alcohol, no one would believe me if I tried to speak up so I left a light on. My happy place was filled with toys. I would go there when my little girl was screaming inside. By the time I was 7, I was beaten, molested and raped, it only got worse. So not sure how I'm doing. I had to live in survival mode for so long, I didn't care if I died. I tired to kill myself, I cut, did drugs. Now I am actually feeling scared that I won't survive, how can I if more comes up in therapy. I feel broken already so how much more can break. It feels like I'm in a very dark tunnel crawling in my own blood as an infant, a child, a teenager, and now an adult. I'm flooded with faces from my past who have hurt me badly. Why was I a target, can I make it with out self harm, drugs, or worse.i have to.