But maybe I have found a way out. Maybe I just need to give it more time. Because things take time. Recovery takes time. And if I keep fighting I’ll make it out alive. I’ll be able to help others get out the same situation I was in. Because in reality that was the worst situation. And how can I encourage others to leave when I go running back.

It’s going to be terrifying. But although my mind is still active. I know that I am safe. I am loved. And I am worthy of control in my life. And when I think it was better of I remind myself
“At first I stayed because the fear of leaving was greater than the fear of leaving. But I had to leave because the fear of staying is greater than the fear of leaving”.
