We met at the very worst time. I had just found out that I was the victim of several years worth of image-based sexual abuse. I was spiralling but didn’t know it. I kept busy, I ate less, I drank more. I went after thrills even more than before. I wasn’t treating myself very well.
Anxiety can make me become completely paranoid. I imagine the very worst is going to happen and it’s going to be my fault. This normally happens when I begin to feel anxious about talking to somebody about something that has been bothering me.