I feel as though the "fog" is slowly lifting. As though I have been asleep for years. Only nightmares to mark the passage of time. I am older, and heavier. Not the young fit woman I remember - sparkling with life. I am 50 and have two granbabies. The home I lived in for l8 years I have had to run from. The town I have lived in for 50 years is a four hour, l20 kmh dead run away - and I am taking inventory. Damage to my body, heart and soul. I am thankful for not being in a wheelchair from broken vertebra; I am thankful for minimal brain damage; I am thankful that I missed the psych ward, ok, that was just by the skin of my teeth and a decent mental health team and transition house workers, bless them. I am still standing and telling my story. I am still dealing with harassment, and stalking. I am still afraid, but the fear is smaller and managable. I still take something so I can sleep. I am still fighting back....Ain't that something...What resilience we women have. ok Group hug!!
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