Sometimes you have a cat, and a small semblance of a family, and then everything suddenly and quietly falls apart.
I am no longer free.
I've been made a prisoner of constructed memories and flashbacks, and I never knew the precious luxury it was to just close my eyes until that ability was taken from me.

I woke up this morning feeling I'd had a terrible dream. I realised that it wasn't and in all it's triteness, 'never had no one ever' crept its way into my head.

All of a sudden I have no idea how to fill my days or how to breathe or how to not want him to come tearing my door down and begging for forgiveness