One year. 12 months. 52 weeks. 365 days.

One Year.

Yes it has been one year.

One year yesterday that my abuser attempted to take what was left of my life.

One year today that I chose to leave that insidious, fake and toxic life behind.

One year to realise that the love I felt was real, but the love he proclaimed to have was all an illusion.

A year to process all the lies I was told, the ones I willingly accepted.

One year to replace my feelings of anger and resentment with feelings of acceptance.

One year living without the the toxic effects of meth. Hallelujah.

One year of learning to replace his never-ending words of hate with words of love.

One year to find myself again.

One year to love myself again.

One year to write about every painful moment.

One year to write to face my fears.

One year to realise all of my own mistakes.

One year to understand that I can help others from my experience.

One year of being a mother that is present again.

One year of being free.

One year to accept nothing but the best for myself and my children.

One year to process that there is such evil in the world. A kind of evil I never knew existed.

A year to realise that what I thought was 'special' was actually not.

A year to do what I want, when I want.

A year to realise that true love needs no other person in its bed.

A year to understand that life is wonderful and precious. Every. Single. Day.

A year to heal.

A year to understand why.

A year to find my purpose.

A year to find peace.

A whole year to know what I don't want.

A year to discover what I do.



"I am not what happened to me, I am what I choose to become"

Carl Jung

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