It has been 24 months since I walked out the door of my house with my boys.  It has been 24 months since we went to the domestic crisis shelter.  It has been 24 months since I started trying to figure out if I was losing my mind.

Over the past 24 months I have tried to figure out why things turned out the way they did and I just have been unable to figure any of it out!

I am  person who needs to know how it works, why it works that way (even if it makes no sense at all), if it is fixable and things like that.

24 months of no answers.  24 months of bedtimes past 8.  24 months of normalcy (if that really exists).  24 months of whacked out thoughts in my head.  24 months of not walking on eggshells.  24 months of not being told I am ugly, fat, not attractive.  24 months of depression, anger, and confusion from my boys.

It has been 24 months of freedom!  It has been 24 months of healing!  It has been 24 months of living!  It has been 24 months of loving!

It has been 24 months!