Iris
People always assume that being rescued is the end of a story. But I know that's not the case. Being rescued doesn’t mean you can go back to your life. It doesn't mean you can live happily ever after. That’s in fairy tales; it isn’t real life. Or at least that isn’t my life.
I know people think I should be grateful for the rescue, and I really am.
They think I should be able to shake off the last five years of my life, the pain, the darkness, and just get on with it. But I can't.
It's not like the darkness is always there. There are times, tiny little moments where I almost forget. I smile and laugh. And for those split seconds, I can feel the woman I used to be still inside me. She is still there, fighting to be let out, and then the darkness takes me again. And I am back to be
