I'm at home again.
I spent a week with no shoes, no jewelry, no belts, and no razors.
I spent a week with someone else telling me when to wake up, when to eat, when to shower, and when to sleep.
I spent a week full of pills that make me dizzy, and food that made my stomach cramp.
I spent a week without having a proper poo.
But I am here.
I know this is a small victory for a husband who wants the world to believe his terrible wife is crazy. I don't care. I am here.
I have a stack of bills on my kitchen counter that I can't pay. I will likely lose my home to foreclosure. I don't care. I am here.
I know people will whisper behind my back. I will let them. I am here.
I am here, in my house that stinks from the trash I left behind last week, eating these blueberries and drinking this ice water, and the knowledge that I can do whatever the fuck I want right now. Because I am here.
I haven't lost yet. And the world should watch out once I decide that I will win...