My mom warned me to stop entering strangers’ cars, but because of a free ride and because I didn’t want to spend my transport fare to and from work, I refused to listen. I entered this guy’s car while returning home from work one day, and he jazzed me. He took me to his house, raprd me, and drove me back home. Immediately I got to my house gate, I came back to my senses, but he had already taken off. I went to the hospital to take tests and PEP the next day. It’s been two months now, and I have not told anyone. It’s really messing with my mental health.
Some days, I feel so scared to leave my house, and I’m contemplating quitting my job. It doesn’t help that I’m working in a state miles away from my family, and I don’t have any friends in this place. The anxiety I feel every day keeps growing progressively worse, that I now have to take sleeping pills before I can sleep. Even when I manage to fall asleep, I can’t stay asleep due to nightmares. My colleagues at work have been complaining about how forgetful and withdrawn I’ve been, but I don’t know what to do to get past this.
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