My name is Angie and 2 1/2 years ago I was assaulted at work. It was on Halloween and I was working late as usual, handing out candy to my trick or treaters. I heard someone come in while I was in another room and just assumed that it was more of my kids. I was wrong. I was met with pepper spray to the face and hit with something. Next thing I knew I was melting down a wall. There's lots that I don't remember. I went into isolation. After a period of time, I began therapy. I continue to be on meds, but I don't see a therapist any longer. I still fight nightmares, anxiety, and life in general. I go to work, but that's about it. I spend most of my time in my room with my puppies. I know this is hard on my family, but I just get tired of the fight sometimes.