I have been in 2 major car accidents one when I was 3 and again when I was 5. My mom was the driver both times. I suffered from multiple concusions and broken bones. I was diagnosed with PTSD. I apparently wouldn't get back in a vehicle with my mom. Till this day I can not remember almost anything before 6 or 7 grade. When I was in 10 grade my boyfriend raped me in September. I was to scared to do anything about it. He continued to stalk me for many years later (including rape multiple times) I became pregnant my senior year with his child and he beat me until I lost it in Febuary. I was very suicidal and asked a friend of mine to take me to a hospital. A few years a go I moved away to go to college and went on an externship. On this around September I found myself telling people that my family was killed in a car wreck. This was not true. I did not realize it until it already began. I then continued with the lie. I can not figure out why. I was eventually caught and moved back home. Last year the same exboyfriend broke into my apartment multiple times. I was to scared to go to the cops or tell my family. My friends knew and helped me alot. This year I found my self making up lies again. This time I said I was going to die of cancer in 3 months. Again this was around the same time of year. I also didnt realize I said it until it was said. I continued with the lie. I was caught. I hurt alot of people more than I can explain. I have lost the trust of everyone. I owned up to it and am in the process of telling everyone the truth and appologising. Even tho I do not think it is enough, but it is all I can do. I have hit rock bottom and need help.
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