Just a Girl and Her Taco
One drizzly morning in early July I finally decided I’d had enough. After almost a decade and a half of abuse and countless declarations of “today is the the day”, I was done. Really, truly done. I was done with the yelling and fighting. I was done with the name-calling. I was done with being constantly torn down by the one person who was supposed to build me up. I was done with “no” never meaning “no.” It was time for me to do what I needed to do for myself and my own happiness and mental health. And as scared as I was to be ending one chapter of my life and beginning the next, I took comfort knowing that I wasn’t facing in alone.