What’s shakin’, bongo players.
Aaaaand it’s been a while again.
Side note: I may continue reblogging these personal Apostate Island posts on logospilgrim.com, otherwise hardly anybody will see them, probably.
So anyway, it’s been a very intense month and a half over here. Life-changing, in fact. I’m still not going to go into specific detail (although if you’ve known me for a bit, you’ll probably have some idea what I’m hinting at here), but it’s been an excruciating thing, and an absolutely fucking glorious thing. It’s something I’ve wanted, desperately so, ever since I was old enough to think.
It’s been excruciating because of the severe Complex PTSD symptoms and behaviors it reignited—think “volcano-level” symptoms—and glorious because of the delirious, hitherto unparalleled freedom that is resulting from it.
It’s normal, maniac-free living.
And whoever thinks it’s easy to extricate oneself from an abusive situation, which is like being trapped…
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