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Travelling back to my hometown

It has been over 7 years since we moved across the country for better opportunities for our family, but I would be lying if I said part of me was just searching for a place to feel safer. So My husband and my 7 month pregnant self rented a uhaul and moved our lives to our new home. Moving has given me a sense of security I felt I didn't have back in my hometown. The location where I was assaulted was less than a 20 minute drive from my home and only minutes from where we would shop downtown. Being able to minimize my anxiety going out in public has been crucial to my healing process. I used to worry every time I went to the grocery store, mall, coffee shop etc that I would run into "him"; I used to spend so much of my mental and emotional capacity theorizing what that situation would look like: Would I run? Would I scream? Would I be overtaken by rage? Would I freeze? Would he recognize me? Would he taunt me? Would he try to touch me? Look me in the eye? Would he smile? …

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