Wake me up when September ends.

I need peace, peace and quiet, peace in my head, peace in my heart, I can't handle the constant harrassment, the stress, my heart is sore, seriously sore, the only way to heal is to move on, to live again, to find my happy place.
A week of little to no sleep, trying to sort the chaos that surrounds me, in my new place and in my head. The only comfort is the strength from my family and friends, not as alone as I thought, glad to feel I do exist...

Friday you pitched up at my work, it wasn't the best idea given the circumstances, I had a very bad panic attack, I just couldn't stand to be in the same space as you. Something you can't understand, the amount of damage done, stems back from torture from years gone by, resurfaced, thanks to you.
I will not be with anyone ever who treats me that way.

I had an ok weekend with my kids, tried to do as much as possible with each and just spend time with them, I need to absorb them, they have pure love, my medicine, my kids.
Human company, that was good. Managed to have a few smiles...

Then I woke this morning, it all hit me, the reality of everything. The place I am at, the place I now call home.  hate the emotions, the sadness, the wanting to cry.

All I can do is carry on this path to nowhere and let it lead me to happiness.