What do you do, once you’ve fallen down the rabbit hole, dusted yourself off, and realized you’ve followed that white-furred thing into a place you don’t recognize?
How do you get yourself back to a place of sanity, to some semblance of normalcy when everything around you seems to be running amok?
There’s a part of me right now that’s running on fear.
And I don’t know which way to turn.
But, there’s another part of me that fiercely screams out – We will NOT run away! We will stand firm & defend our ground! We will come out the other side of this stronger & better than we went in, even if the fire burns us, we will rise from the ashes as the phoenix! Get up, bitch!”
I like her better than the coward.
But, still, at times, I find my hands shaking, my stomach queasy, unable to eat, or think clearly. Anxiety sets in, and the panic attacks are coming more frequently.
It’s getting a little frayed around the edges, and I’m afraid that July is going to be a really rough month.
He’s coming here in July- or so he claims.
He was subtle, convinced me of so many sweet things, showed me such a bright future…Kept me dangling on such a long string with the pretty treats always just out of reach for so long.
Then came the manipulation. And the emotional blackmail. The secrets & the lies. The broken promises, the plausible excuses, piling up, until it was hard to crawl out from underneath them.
And now, he says he’s finally going to live up to every single word he ever spoke, all at once.
After I told him I was Done – I’m out. Finished. Full stop.
He insists that he’s got to come, and nothing I say will stop him.
He says he will right the wrongs, win me back, fix everything.
I said No.
But what the fuck do I know, right?
There is no going back for me.
Jen doesn’t live here anymore.
Call me Alice.