I think I'm doing pretty well, all considering. I've had no justice for what happened to me, I had to fight for any support, and I'm paying out of pocket for my own recovery, for services I can barely afford.

I'm seriously thinking of going through some hardcore therapy with my psych to prepare me for Swancon. Cause I have way important stuff to do, you know? :( And I'm really, really tired of giving up my happiness for him.

I'm not afraid of him. He can never, ever hurt me again.

Unfortunately my reptile brain and limbic system don't see it that way. :(