It’s Independence Day, though I haven’t thought about it this way in years, it’s the day I broke free from my abuser.
Freedom. Is there anything more precious than freedom to those who don’t have it?
Freedom from the pain of living with someone who batters you with words and/or fists. Freedom from walking on eggshells every moment of every day. Freedom from trying to explain away his horrible behavior. Freedom from believing that everything that’s wrong is your fault. Freedom from the fear that this might be your last day on this earth. Freedom from waking up and wishing it had been.
Freedom. The word brings me to my knees with gratitude.