You can call me Summer.
I struggle with post traumatic stress disorder and major depressive disorder. I've been molested, betrayed, broken, and emotionally abused these last four and a half years. I've struggled with suicidal thoughts and a small case of anorexia. I'm on my own journey, but not to go back to who I was before I was robbed of my happiness, but to find the person I was supposed to become. Because God had a reason for my own personal hell.
This blog was made so I can reach out to people like me. It's okay to not be okay. You're never alone.