A year ago I was at the tail end of a 5 year abusive relationship. I kept it to myself and suffered in silence and it quietly bled into parts of my life.

It effected my health (gained 30+ pounds), fucked my mental health (even 3k miles away he could fuck my day over in the smallest of ways), and made me deeply unhappy that I coped with the unhappiness by trying to fill that emptiness in unproductive ways (money, food, isolation, anger). Even though we weren’t together the last two years, he was still able to hurt me either directly or indirectly.

Contrary to popular belief, I’m an extremely private person. What I post is not me and I don’t like to post my business online. When we meet and you see me, that’s me. I don’t talk about myself unless someone asks and even then I don’t reveal much. I despise being a burden. I know, it’s silly. I’m working through it. Why am I talking about it now? Cause I’ve been quiet about it and it’s time to let that shit out and move on!

I’m thankful I can breathe. I’m thankful I’m surrounded by love. I’m thankful for so so much. I’m thankful for your patience. I’m thankful for your love. I’m thankful for your friendship. You help me in little ways. I’m thankful for YOU. I sincerely mean it when I say that I love you.

Happy things in the future. Happy things happening now.

Only Joy from now on.

I can breathe!!

I can finally breathe!!