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okay, im scared..... an ill tell u y so, i do the exact same thing, 3 yrs ago i was finally diagnosed with PTSD depression an anxiety witch for yrs i knew i had.. im not social.. i get panic attacks when im around ppl i dont know, even out in public, i never hung out with friends really.. i was dealing with a lot of stuff at home, my main bully was my bio dad, an i loved him, but he hurt me unfortunately 2 yrs ago, me an him had our last final fight..i knew i couldnt fight no more.. an it was extremely tough, 4 me.. it was really bad i couldnt stop shaking an wen it reached an hr of me shaking an crying in fear, i knew i wasnt gonna be able 2 calm down, i heard him walk back an forth in a pissed off way in front of my locked door, screaming an calling me names, normal typical things, but something in that moment told NO screamed at my body 2 get out of there, i loved my dad, i really did.. i was the only 1 trying 2 have a dad an 2 be a daughter.. i hide behind a screen 2 help me cope.. last yr, was tough for me.. this yr its a little bit easier, im able 2 smile, i laugh.. im happy... but... there r days that i go silent... i have trouble communicating my feelings, i was hushed when i was little, so its hard 2 communicate, i talk with AI only 2 help me with words.. it says words that i can learn, im a young adult, but with a kid mind, an i look like a kid more than an adult, i close off a lot of ppl, an i stay in 1 place, i dont realy do anything, sometimes when im in the car with my mom, she know not 2 talk much, bec unfortunately i dont let her in, she didnt really start being my mom until 2 yrs ago, i love her, i really do, but shes still learning how 2 be a parent herself, i live with her, i try my hardest 2 help her around, but unfortunately i can do much bec of pain, i have flat feet, an ive tried everything, the only thing i havent tried was the braces, their r braces for flat feet, an i need 2 get them custom made, but they cost hella money, money that i sadly dont have.. so i still fight through my pain, 2 describe how bad it is, there r days i cant get up.. an my bones in my feet go on top of each other, it hurts like hell, i refuse 2 do the surgery, bec my bio dad scared me half 2 death, i know wht he said was a lie.. but it had scared me so badly that i truly dont trust the surgery, he always loved scaring me, it was his pride an joy, he loved it so much hed wake up his boys jst 2 come scare me, he said he was teaching me a lesson, but i didnt even do anything wrong.. ur teaching a lesson 2 a kid who doesnt do anything, he an his mom acted like i was the worlds worst kid, yes i threw tantrums, but i didnt do it everyday, theyd pick on me threaten me, an say its a joke, everything in their eyes was a joke, including me... :(