I wasn’t even going to make this post. But then I can’t break tradition, can I?
I’ve been free 12 weeks now. Am I different? Sure. I’m 35 pounds lighter. My hair is a foot shorter and forty shades darker. I’ve got a tan.
Mentally, I’m no different than I was before. In some ways, I feel like I’ve gotten worse. I lost what little support system I had before I ran away. I’m alone here. Scared and alone.
There’s nothing to celebrate anymore.
Life Without Hurt 
I am sorry you are scared and alone but you have done what you’ve truly best for all of yiou
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Agreed.
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I wish I’d read this when your first wrote it, so I could have told you in the moment of how impressive your achievements are. It takes a long time to settle into a new life, so it makes sense you felt tired and lonely while you were going through it.
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