Today it's been a year since the car was packed and we started our journey home.
I don't even know that girl who looked out the window with tears in her eyes as we passed through the city.
My story has become my identity.
Being a woman who was abused and left was who I let myself be.
But now a year later I am so much more than that.
Today is the first day of the second year of my divorce.
The last year has been for healing, this year will be for building.