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.