I Still Think About Him Basically Every Time I Get A Quiet Moment: In A Fitting Room, At A Red Light,

I still think about him basically every time I get a quiet moment: in a fitting room, at a red light, in my office, in the shower.

Recovery is a bitch.

Hunting

My new found self worth tells me I should be making more money.

This could end up being a problem.

He wouldn’t let me keep pierogi in the house because he disliked them so much. I was not even allowed to eat them when he wasn’t home.

Guess what I’ve got a bit ol’ plate of right now?

hi! im a survivor of domestic abuse also, and i just wanted to say thank you. one of your posts showed up in my recommended and i clicked on ur blog, and i just. im so happy? ive been in a downward spiral lately and your posts about recovery really gave me hope. (especially the one about pierogi!). so anyways, i just wanted to thank you. ok bye ^w^

Hi there!  

I’m sorry you have gone through this hell.  Downward spirals are, regrettably, all a part of the healing process.  There’s some horrendous moments, and some horrendous weeks.  I know that hearing that doesn’t help you feel better in that moment, but it does get easier to manage.  Hopefully knowing that This Too Shall Pass helps?And you really are so strong.  

Hope, validation and the love of my friends kept me from succumbing to the dark.  I’m glad I could give you a little of that. Lean on your people, if you got ‘em.  If you don’t, keep reaching out.    Wishing you the best.

ready for female bodies to stop being treated as inherently pornographic right about now

I had a successful date. A very successful date.