So, it’s been four weeks since my escape. I’m still alive. I’m still kicking.
I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t all over the place emotionally. These last few days have been trying for me. I had a lot of feelings about my family resurface after trying so long to keep them suppressed. There are a lot of unresolved issues I have with people in my family that I just haven’t had the strength to deal with. I still don’t have the strength now. I don’t know if I ever will. For now, my anger and sadness about it come out through my tears.
I have been on edge these past few days, and likely will be into this weekend and coming week. As this is the four week mark, it is also the time I told my family I would be coming back home. I haven’t had contact with my family since I left; the few text messages I received from my mother remain unanswered. I was actually relieved that her contact has been minimal. With that being said, she hasn’t yet had the realization that I am not coming back. People have warned me to prepare myself for her acting out. When she realizes that she no longer has any control over me, she is not going to just concede; she is going to try to gain back her control.
While I have taken every precaution I could to make sure I am untraceable, I am still scared of her. I am still scared she will find me. It may be irrational, but to me, the fear is real. The last couple of nights, I have barricaded my bedroom door before I go to sleep because I am scared she will somehow get in the house and try to hurt me. I haven’t left the house the last few nights because I’m afraid she’ll be there, waiting for me. I’ve had nightmares. The other night, I became startled by a fight my roommate was having with someone. Before I was able to process what was really going on, I began fearing that it was my mother coming for me, and I urinated on myself. I haven’t done that since I left home. I felt like a failure.
To add to my already increasing anxiety, I start work tomorrow. Yes, I got my social security card just in time and was able to finalize the paperwork on Tuesday. While the job is nothing I haven’t done before, I am anxious about being in a new environment with people I don’t know and who don’t know me. At my old job, I often had days where I was not mentally present. Sometimes, I was completely non-responsive, staring into nothingness; other times, I was in a child-like state. Regardless, my close coworkers knew my situation and covered for me. Now, I don’t have that. What if I can’t focus enough to get my work done? What if I break down? What if I have a flashback while at work? No one is going to understand what is happening. I’m going to end up getting fired.
I really just hope I can get through these next few days unscathed. I don’t know if I will ever get over the fear of my mother coming back to hurt me. I can only hope that over time, the fear fades away. I don’t want to live like this forever.
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You are handling quite a lot. I give you so much credit for all you are accomplishing.
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