Can’t believe its part 11 already.
I guess I should be proud of how far I have come and where I am in life. Things could have been so different.
I chose self preservation over being emotionally neglected and miserable in a marriage that was toxic. I got divorced and uprooted my whole life. Everything is different now. Everything.
I hardly recognise the girl I was last year this time. And I hardly recognise the situation and the trauma as my own. I often forget about it all.
Then it comes in bouts and waves and reminds me, and the feelings return for a moment.
Sometimes I forget it but its still there, and I guess the feelings will remain for a while still…