Validating that I was being abused. Everybody else either didn’t want to talk about it, told me I was the problem, or justified it. I had become self-destructive because I didn’t know what I was. Was I crazy? I was pretty sure i was the victim, but maybe I had brought it on myself. Maybe it was in my head. Maybe what was happening was normal and my expectations were off. Being told what was happening was indeed what I thought was going on and to build a support network to get out was life-changing. I mean, I’m still a fucking mess, but less of one. Probably need to fix my sleep schedule.