Fear and anger seem to go remarkably well.
I had to hide in the cupboard to calm down because I couldn’t close the damned door.
Just the feeling of being in the same air as that person made me feel so sick.
I want to escape but I can’t.
Cry out but what’s the point no one will hear me or help.
I have visions of killing my self or cutting myself and I hate it, but more than that I’m scared.