02/05/2026
I finally came alive. It only took a nervous breakdown, a flood of unkind memories in which I was repeatedly told how much of a failure I was. I was beaten and left to sit through the pain while I mothered my children. Sure, I got out after 16 of the most demoralizing years of abuse witnessed by my Treasures. Why didn't I leave? I never understood why someone can ask a person that with no feelings of remorse. I tell those people, 'Gee, I don't think I ever thought about that, please rock my world with the sage advice passed down to you from the Almighty in the sky.' The truth is so bitter that I have trouble even thinking about it. Also, there's fear, that damning feeling that lies to you and says, 'If I'm quiet, maybe he won't come after me.' But then there's a fear of him going after my babies. I'll die before him or anyone comes at them with aggression. I'll always be that way. They're all grown up, and now there's just me. I have fear of fear. It's an unending cycle that my overthinking plays along with. I cry for who I wanted to be. Then I get mad because I'm crying. After that, I'm just a lump of emotions simmering and waiting for their turn to sabotage anything positive I might have going. I'm no longer too fragile for the world. This is my online journal. Mayhap someone who is looking for inspiration might scroll through. This is part of the healing journey. Welcome 🦋