Maybe one day screaming in my head and delusions of persecution will end. Maybe one day the long-winded 16.5 year conversation (loud argument) in the back of my head with my abuser will end. I keep hoping that one day it will end. Either that, or my life will. Maybe one day I'll use a trail again and exercise, go to a gym, think conscious thoughts, be capable of hearing or seeing straight enough to use a bicycle. Maybe one day I'll be let out of mental purgatory where I'm at war with those I've offended. Maybe one day I'll be responsible, capable of communicating like an adult. Maybe a rainbow. Maybe a dog to pet that just sets my day in a positive direction. Maybe a drinkless night where I'm not so caught up in what happened in the 7th grade or when I was 24 that I can be a 42 year old who doesn't live in 2 places at the same time. Maybe one day I'll be comfortable enough to have someone in my personal space where it isn't actually physically impossible, feels like invisible walls, jelly jiggling around me, like I've stepped into some other dimension and speak to someone without fear, discomfort and like we're capable of communicating. Maybe one day those burdens of the past wont be pressing down on my acocmplishments and hopes and feelings of being beat at a bus stop by someone who wants women at home in submission won't dominate me while commuting to a job interview that I ultimately walk away from to find myself in my 1 room apartment, drinking, considering suicide, alone, incapable of communicating like much more than a chattering squirrel that can't put sentences together for weeks on end hanging my head in shame. I just keep hoping that day comes. Each time I feel I'm getting there, someone out there dumps another clump of sand and rocks over my head and screams, "get back in your coffin witch, look at what you did". That - that's it. I just want that gone. And then to work on my health and beaty again and wipe the grease stains off of my pyjamas that I'm not crawling out of. To be clean, happy, safe, loved - one day that might happen. Until then, I'll hide in my corner and learn to leave others alone.