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      **I posted this blog on March 23rd, and accidentally deleted it while editing** Repost**
      March 23rd, 2018

      I hate where I live.

      Yesterday, as a group, we were told that we would be on lockdown. For three weeks. Three weeks trapped in the house, being punished for the actions of the other women I live with.
      I feel angry, so incredibly angry.
      And I want to scream and be juvenile; I feel the strong urge to act out, show them how stupid and senseless this is.
      But I am trying so very hard to resist this urge.
      I am reminding myself that what is most important, is my daughter, and her wellbeing. I am going to remind myself that she will not realize how unhappy I am unless I show her. But I am struggling.

      I live in a shelter, and I am constantly being judged based on the assumption that I have wound up here by some wrong-doing I have committed.
      In reality, I came here as a result of domestic violence.

      I lived in my own apartment, paid my bills, and had a savings account.
      And then my relationship changed. Or maybe it didn’t really change, maybe I just woke up one day.
      My awakening happened so gradually that I rejected each sign that I should leave.
      And when I tried to look at it, it was only for a moment.

      Slowly, the savings account disappeared. My belongings were taken or broken. I was convinced that my friends and family were horrible and no good for me. And I was no good, too.
      I was promiscuous, crazy, a druggie. I flirted with everyone I spoke with. Said too much, was so embarrassing and stupid. Dramatic. I was so lucky to be loved by him and would never be loved by anyone else. I was so hard to love, I wasn’t too likeable. He was special for putting up with me.
      And sometimes, I was a good mom, I tried my best, even though I was usually still bad. I was good company sometimes.
      I believed it all, and never questioned it.

      He handed me a mask, and I taped it to my face without any thought. At some point, I forgot it was just a mask.
      Then I realized I was unhappy, and as I realized one thing was off, it all suddenly came slamming down in front of me.

      And then something scary happened.
      It wasn’t the first time.
      But it pushed me out, I had been looking for a good excuse to leave anyways, but this was a reason to run.
      And so I did.

      I looked back a lot at first.
      And now, months later, I feel happy. I’m feel proud. I am beginning to feel like myself again.
      I still see him, talk to him, I still think of him as my friend, sometimes I think maybe I love him. Sometimes I hate him, so much. But things feel weirdly normal, and I am ok.

      I cannot wait to leave this place, this dark angry place. This shelter is hard to be at.
      But I remember that nothing lasts forever.

      I remember staying up late at night, crying, laying next my sleeping baby because I felt so trapped. And I wanted to escape, and get out but I didn’t know how and I didn’t even know if I had the right to feel that way. And then, slowly but suddenly, I did. I set my intention, and I left. And I know that nothing lasts forever, and that is especially true for things that are painful and uncomfortable.

      Life is not supposed to be good always.

      And it is not bad always, and it won’t be. One day soon, Willow and I will wake up in our own bed, in our own home and we will be happy and comfortable and at peace.

       

      (My beautiful Bear a few months ago around Christmas)

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