I drifted into a sea at night, hoping to forget all the damage he had inflicted. Eventually, I was so far from shore that I lost myself completely. I constantly felt uneasy and unbalanced. Like I was out of touch with reality. I was a stranger living in a foreign body, and I suddenly had no idea who I was or what I liked or what made my cup full.
It wasn’t until I got away that I started to feel at home again. And even that wasn’t immediate. It’s been a process.