I have CPTSD from childhood abuse and neglect. Everyone I've ever loved has abandoned me except for my grandmother, of whom I am the main caretaker now that she has Alzheimers or however the fuck you spell it. I lived through a decade of being stuck in the home of my abusers because I developed Panic Disorder with Agoraphobia and could not leave a house where people hoarded both objects and pets, some of which were old and incontinent. Picture that with carpets. Picture never being able to get a decent night's rest. I had to quit high school because of my Panic, though I eventually got my GED and am in college now. All 3 of my romantic relationships were filled with infidelities of one kind or another. The last one, where my boyfriend left me for another woman after years of being with each other, I finally broke and tried to kill myself. I failed and it only added to my medical debt. I have no real friends that I can talk to, and even if I did, I probably wouldn't burden them. I continue on but feel there is no meaning to my life and I doubt I have a future.

Now that we're done with the Victim Olympics, can I just say that being through a lot doesn't mean that other people don't have problems that affect them? They might be smaller by comparison but that's no excuse to tell someone that their issues don't matter. It matters to them and it has an effect on them.