The Weight of Reality

I used to think my greatest fear was drowning. Full on panic attacks about deep

water. But after two years questioning my own reality every day,

I actually went scuba diving. Voluntarily. Because here is what nobody tells

you. Emotional abuse doesn't just hurt. It rewires your brain.

To doubt everything you feel and think. At least the fear of drowning

was mine. At least it was real. I came up stronger.

But that relationship? It planted fears. So deep I forgot who I was.

Facing fear took twenty minutes. Recovery took three years. I'd choose those