There's so much I don't eve know where to start.
Molested 3 times by different men before I was 10, childhood physical and mental abuse from father, raped at gunpoint at 17, domestic violence filled engagement at 19-21, met a wonderful man at 22 and got married at 23. His mother was absolutely horrible to me. First 7 years of our marriage was awful. We are finally in a good place together since her passing.
My PTSD was at an all time low in 2012. I was suicidal, depressed, angry, and miserable. (2012 was near the tail end of my MIL life so I had it coming from me in both sides) I ended up going to a psych center for one night - I was convinced by a friend in law enforcement that it would help and it was what I needed - it did nothing but scare me. I was trapped, I was locked up, I was not helped. I was able to get out the next day but I was different. I would get sick just looking at the building when I drove by and I couldn't stand seeing or hearing anything about my "friend". I really think he stuck me there for show. To say, "oh, I got that poor girl help." Whatever. He's a piece of garbage. Anyways, I've been doing good for the last several years. Like, not thinking about things, minimal flashbacks and nightmares, I was even sleeping better. But, things have went back to how they used to be. Lots of flashbacks and nightmares, a lot of anger and guilt, sadness, depression, anxiety, crying, and just an all around down feeling. I was watching a TV show yesterday and when this girl reported her rape to the police, they didn't believe her either. (I reported my rape after 2 days, yes I screwed up big, and long story short, they didn't believe me) That's where my anger really comes from, not being believed. Makes me so mad. So messed up. They had a rape kit, my clothes, perfect descriptions of them and their vehicle, where they lives, the guns..everything. I guess since I wasn't all bruised everywhere then it didn't happen. I can't help he wasn't rough and violent, just held a gun to me. I just don't understand.
Maybe some day I can tell my stories. I hope so. But I don't know.