I got to the gate for my plane back to KC on Tuesday and literally started searching for flights to Atlanta for D*Con weekend when a lot of friends from across the country will be there and… Two days later, my flight is booked
I felt really safe and at peace with myself (even with the anxiety flare ups ugh) and it’s just. Idk. To go from a staying a week and half place where you know people love you and accept you for who you are and be full of love and laughter, only to go back home where there’s constant threats and screaming and one of your parents has told you they couldn’t care less about you or anything that happens to you, where your siblings have called you a waste of space… It’s hard.
I love my chosen family. So much. And I can’t wait to see (at least some of) them again. They make me remember what life is supposed to be like.
Amber 