I am not the same person I used to be. I now suffer from PTSD and most days, I cry in my car. Other days, I cry when I pass something that reminds me of him, and it's embarrassing. Because those moments can occur spontaneously in public, or alone, with friends or while driving, and I just start to cry and don't know how to stop the tears from coming. To all my friends and loved ones, thanks for supporting me in those moments. I'm still healing from the trauma Michael caused, and I'm sorry for the moments I do cry.