It's been awhile since I've been in here.

It's been awhile since I've been in here. I know my husband comes here often, or at least he used to, in an honest, loving effort to learn a bit more about the world in which I was raised.

Sometimes, as I am going about my daily life, I'll instantly be transported back into a time when I was 10 years old, and life was a living hell. In that moment, I feel so alone, but then I remember that this community exists. I wish it didn't have to exist, of course, but I am glad that it does, even if I am not in here all that often.

Every single one of you is brave for telling your story. I know the work is difficult, but I applaud you for giving it an honest try, every single damn day.