It has been 18 months since I got out of prison. I was in the court 3 years and 7 months ago for the false accusation. And since that day I have been wondering if things wer better. How things would have turned out, I might have gone to med school. Maybe, I would have been happy with that decision. I couldn't even complete my senior year. I search up my old friends from back then, I see them posting pictures, happy and smiling, visiting places with their boyfriends and girlfriends, friends and family and I here live in a car. I don't know how fast it all happened but the pain the experience is slow and painful.

And everyday I wake up with the thought how I would have had some kind of relief with a normal life, with friends and family and finding someone that loved. How different live would have been, mayve I would have adopted a cat or a dog love it with my soul.

And my ptsd has only gotten worse, and more frequent I dont know how to help it. And I regret not having a good life, it is all ruined, she ruined it. I can never be OK again. I try so hard to start again, and I am put down. The process is square one always. Should I just give up? How long do I have to live in pain?

I know this is a place for right's and social issues, but I feel comfortable posting here. So sorry to waste your time. I