Whiskey & tattoos are not enough. I do not need anymore animals. There is truly nothing left to fill the gapping void within me while I continue to unravel. It’s a marvel I’ve made it this far really. I’ve given up on finding a new mental health professional. Those with decades of experience or ‘trauma trained’ have been some of the most invalidating, harmful people I spoken/met with since being back out here. Causing me substantially more harm than good & even I don’t hate myself that much.