Maybe meek wasn’t the best Word choice. I don’t know. I feel that way. Weak. Intimidated. Powerless.

I agree that there’s not a lot of emotional acceptance of the situation in me. I’m still (6 years later) in “omg, I can’t believe this is happening to me” mode. I dont WANT to accept the situation, because its so effing depressing. The second I stop trying to make things better, and pushing for resolution, it’s game over. I do not want this life. This is not who Amy is supposed to be. I have a chain around my ankle, which is stopping me and my child from flying. I can reach for the skies, but know I’m not going to get off the ground.

I just can’t accept that this is my life and this is who I am now. I can’t.