breathe...

It's so hard for me to relax and let go yet, I feel shell-shocked. The term we use now is PTSD but assigning such a term to it gives it too much power. I tend to freeze like a deer in headlights at the smallest thing. I am constantly expecting the worst - just waiting for the other shoe to fall. I am just downright jumpy.

I guess physically escaping the past is the easy part. Here I am - safe and sound though with plenty of time to think on it all. Wonderful.