The first time I called the Samaritans was from a payphone at the bottom of the stairs in a homeless shelter. It was late at night. A Samaritan answered.
This is going to be painful. This is going to hurt. But, you’re already in pain. You’re already hurting. Maybe writing will take some of that pain away.
I had my first panic attack three years ago. I was 21 years old and I was living in my third homeless shelter. One of my abusers had tried to contact me.