I was abused by a doctor in a mental hospital when I was 14. When it happened I fell into a denial. I told myself so many times it did not happen that I believed it. But when it was actually happening I felt so alone. Humiliated, overwhelmed, scared and above all I wished that I would just die. I had given up. For weeks after I left the mental hospital. I was depressed and I cared about nothing at all not school, not family nothing. I hate myself for letting this happen to me. Ugghhh I want to cut do badly right now I feel so alone, scared, confused. I am sick of suffering and being in pain. It is killing me and I have no one.