I’m not living in fear of you. I’m not going to die at your hands.

You are completely out of control. 

Every unheard word, every snarky comment, every attempt at bringing me down further feeds this rage I have and triggers horrific anxiety. My mind isn’t functioning; it’s unlike anything I have ever experienced and it is scaring me. I walk around shaking with swollen eyes, dry mouth, in a fog, barely able to process my thoughts or what’s going on around me.