the long version of my post from earlier now I can type and think and on computer so got auto correct to help me along
went to garden party. was moved inside cos rain. crowd. alcohol. stupid idea. I should stay on my own always, not looking for people to tell me its all fine and I can do everything I want cos I can't. should stop trying and being so ****ing obstinate, like I'm still trying to fight everything he did to me when I can't, I can't fight it.
anyway I was standing with someone who I'm not really close to but I know she's safe anyway just because I know she's a good feminist and just.. safe. and she said I looked like I was going to be sick but I said I wasn't I needed to go outside and she came with me I think was pale or something and then it was happening again and then she was asking if there was anything she could do but I managed to say ptsd and instead she just sat there with me with her arm around me until it stopped. then had diazepam and cried and god I hate crying in public I hate all of it. after a while she took me inside for some food because alcohol and diazepam on empty stomach and made small talk with some people while I felt empty I hate this.
then I was home on my bed with my shoes on I don't really remember the middle but I was on the phone. I think dissociated. it feels like about half an hour has passed since 16.30 but actually 5 hours and I'm kind of exhausted as well. managed to eat some food. oh I don't know what to do. how can I go outside when that can just happen. how can I go home when that can just happen. how can I apologise for making her look after me while something happened that wasn't real. I don't think I really want to die but oh. how. can I ever. get better. I don't know what to do and my whole body aches and I feel like a bunch of strangers just witnessed me in the most vulnerable and dehumanised position ever. like I've been exposed and I can't undo it. how can I do this.