My favorite dog also died, so of course that was helpful.

Anxious; I feel like you need to know this, but this is why I have ptsd. My mother was abused by my biological grandmother, who is an insane drug addict and is currently in jail. My mom was abused horribly as a kid, and adopted as a teen about my age. That's all I will say to respect her privacy. Shortly after I was born in 2010, my parents divorced and I basically spent years moving. my house was never clean. there was animal shit and piss everywhere, mold in the toilet, and I was constantly getting sick. on top of that, my mother always taking her anger out on me did not help. luckily I was never abused physically. I moved through 7 different schools, being verbally abused in all of them. Now i'm doing better, but the memory of this still haunts me.