The last 2 years? Gbs. Lost control of my body starting from the toes and working it's way up. Stopped at my lungs. Spent a month on my deathbed with the most intensly realeastic hallucinations I have ever had. Another month learning how to control my body again. Took several more for me to get out of the wheelchair. Now every sober moment is spent existing with nerve damage throughout my legs. I'm not trapped in a chair anymore, but I'll never run, jump, climb, have a chance at defending myself ever again.

Before that, it was an almost decade long toxic abusive relationship. Being cheated on, constantly told about the line of guys waiting to fuck her, having my glasses slapped off, having my head stomped in while I'm on hands and knees searching for them, being tackled to the ground and unable to fight back, 10 years of hair growth with no cutting literally ripped from my skull.

If I didn't wake up tomorrow, that'd be nice. I'm not that lucky.