My body is physiologically coming back together, settling down. One piece at a time, slowly a little each day, I feel the anxiety subside. I feel my body gather. After years of turmoil and the need to always escape at my feet... I think I have found a home. It's where I always wanted it to be, but thought I had lost forever. A dream I had lost hope in, yet had never given up on. Right here, where I stand today, I found home. It's not in the house I fight for, or with people who raised me. Here in myself is where it began, and with my husband- we found it. Both of us are probably surprised, yet so at ease with the new reality that we are together, we are still present, and all that we struggled to find is finally here. Safe.