Each year when this day comes, I quietly mark it with a small smile. I don't tend to say a word, but I know.
Today is my Freedom Day.
The day I left
fear.
So long ago, another world ago,
18 years
today.
Escaping with my two small boys,
far, far away.
Living in the truck for months, rather than spend one more moment
afraid.
Our found sanctuary
remote on a mountain,
less afraid, never as afraid again.
Our little cabin with a view from dawn all the way until dusk,
chopping wood, hauling water.
Singing songs with my little ones,
the Wild singing her songs back to us.
Today. May 19th
marks the day
I began to love myself....
strong.


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"Living in the truck for months, rather than spend one more moment afraid."
I escaped too, May 1994, 5 months pregnant.
Happy Freedom Day and may the rest of your life be peaceful.
--r--
HUGGGGGGGGGG
Rated for escaping to just the right place..
(runs outside again...)
What a courageous and life-defining act. In one fell swoop, you gave your kids hope and pride in their mom's spirit.
R
Rated
Good for you indeed
So if your writing...devastating good!
Good to see you.
Mornin'.
For being the person you are...
Lezlie
Much love.
I would like to add that my first husband is free too, as far as being sober and not under the thrall of drugs. A long time for him too....he the first husband in "My Ex-Husband is Here -- a Saving Grace /& Redux" post awhile back.
Night all.
Sweet dreams.
Stay strong and beautiful.
R♥
~r
Rated
Verse
Ary.
Love.
A cabin and clean air sounds like it was the ticket.
Proud of you, so many stay stuck. Love.
19.
to sing ... to love ... to find a way ...
thinking of you today ...
another year gone by ~ farther and farther away : )
*humming to myself, another cup of tea*
Feeling reflective today.
Those boys long grown.
Am I the same person...?