May 13–it has been five weeks. Completely terrorized and traumatized by recurring further communications in broken legalese hidden under the guise of notes of condolence from a supposed friend. “Glad to hear you are healing”.
I am not healing, I have not yet begun to heal, I am struggling to survive, I am struggling to sleep, to eat, to think, to drive, to get to work. Some meager sense of safety and home would certainly make that a little less painful. Thank you for adding another layer of Hell to my plate.