What do I do next?

I don’t think this is the right Reddit community but there’s not an r /escaped death or a r/coping with almost being murdered. Where’s the right place post about you’re now ex-husband trying to kill you. I’m trying to cope with it and I’m going to therapy, but I see my therapist every other week and that doesn’t help me have to deal with something I dealt with daily. Almost 6 months ago, I posted about trying to figure out what to do and get a divorce by my husband because he started hitting me and belittling me again. Sadly, at the time I didn’t connect a bunch of dots and didn’t notice. He was actually doing much worse than that at the time. I thought it was so stupid for posting about the divorce and I just deleted it. One reason I was asking if I saw divorce is because I was on his insurance and at the time I was really sick. I was so sick I thought I had cancer and I went through three months of nonstop testing weekly testing multiple times times a week and it was scary. But once I left, it all went away, all of it. I no longer woke up at five in the morning to agonizing pain. I could eat again. I lost over 25 pounds in two weeks when I was sick I could only stomach 100 to 300 cal a day if I was lucky, but once I left, I could eat normally again I chalked it up to getting out of a toxic relationship and being better to myself, but friends realized a lot sooner than I did. He was poisoning me. I started going to therapy recently and was telling my therapist about it hoping that she’d say all my friends were crazy and of course he wasn’t poisoning me. But she said what I dreaded her saying. “ you do realize he was poisoning you” my friends don’t understand why I won’t accept that He was poisoning me. I accepted he hit me, I accepted that he belittled me, I accepted that he cheated on me, but I couldn’t accept that He’s above poisoning me? I don’t know why it’s such a struggle. It’s obvious it’s clear it’s there. I didn’t get tested for it. By the time we had realized it was too late. My friends didn’t suspect anything at first when I got sick because I didn’t let them know that he was hitting me. I didn’t let them know that he had pointed two guns at me “ jokingly” I didn’t let them know all the abuse I dealt with until I was ready. I think he thought if he got me sick enough, I would never leave and depend on him. I’m not quite sure but I don’t know how to deal with the thought that my ex was poisoning me…. I know this is a depression subreddit and idk if this correlates with depression, I have depression, anxiety, and PTSD and this is the safest place I thought I could say something.