I cried and cried…
This took me right back to just before i escaped- i was in the shops & felt numb, invisible, like an actor playing her part. How could the world keep on moving on? How could people not see written as clear as day that i was in so much emotional agony? That there was a shadow waiting in my window for me to get home? That the alcohol I was buying was intended to get me drunk…
Still crying…