I don't understand why they ruined my life. I wanted to be their friend, I wanted to let them in my life, and instead they hurt me. No wonder I was so suicidal when I worked at the clinic; it wasn't that my meds weren't working, I was being assaulted every fucking day in every fucking way and it made me want to die. Thankfully I survived and didn't go through with killing myself, even though all my meds were taken away at that critical time. If I didn't have Jeff, I would be dead.
Are you proud of destroying me? Are you happy to ruin my life so completely that I can't even return to a hospital without having a panic attack? I hope the both of you are fucking miserable. The least you could do is pay my fucking health bills off, which is around 8.5k now. Ill never be able to return to work again cuz this has compounded into my already long history of PTSD.
Why? Why did you fucking do this to someone that was already traumatized, that shared their horrid experiences with you, and looked to you for support? Are you happy that I'm like this now? Was it fun to destroy a human being so completely? It must have been. You must have gotten some kind of power trip doing this to me, cuz you clearly didn't give a shit about me when it was over. Otherwise you might have said you were sorry. Instead you both blamed me and destroyed my career. Cool.
If anyone can help me out with my medical bills, you can donate to my PayPal: