…l again, with only a magic pill and a great movie in the middle. But of course it wasn’t like that. For years, I feel terrifyingly fragile. I smoke cigarettes compulsively — sometimes fifty or sixty a day. I struggle to socialize, to keep my apartment clean, to take out the trash. I get better slowly, and while I’m getting better I often feel like I’m not, like it’s descending again. But it doesn’t, really. Until it does.
…what enrages me the most is when the harassment is carried out by the closest circle of the victim. It disgusts me when I see the headline appearing on ‘crime’ section of a local paper “Father has been molesting his daughter for two years”. He didn’t only break the trust, but also ruined his daughter’s life. The worst kind of monster.