So, I went to get a haircut for my youngest and I today. Something that should be so simple gave me a lot of anxiety. They asked me how I wanted my hair cut. I never know the answer. I didn’t get my hair done for ten years….so we didn’t have to go to the salon to get it cut. I hate that something so simple gave me anxiety. I also hate that someone that is supposed to love and protect me trafficked me and made me his personal sex slave It’s hard to get through but I’m doing better than I was this time last year. Thank you for listening.