*Left technically, as I'm on my way to my new flat.

After years of abuse and feeling like less than a prisoner, after grueling months of overtime to save me enough money, today I am finally leaving my abusive home. Away from my abusive mother.

I'm not going to lie, I'm terrified of my family's reactions. Although they physically can't reach me now, my paranoia is making me fear my mom showing up at my door one day.

You hear a lot of success stories about people who left their abusive homes and that last step of writing a note and leaving was seemingly the easiest one, but it's a lot scarier than I imagined.

It took a lot of egging on from myself to get me out the door. I am not so much so afraid of the struggles of the real world as I am from my family finding me.

Please tell me it will be okay. Please tell me that I am doing the right thing even though it will cause a lot of uproar in the family. Please tell me that my paranoia is just my paranoia, and that the worst thing is not gonna happen right away.

I am finally free. I am finally alive.