At nineteen I was entering more than just adulthood - I was leaving behind years of abuse. As I lived in the house of friends, I knew that something would soon break. The flashbacks were real. The nightmares terrifying. The world had suddenly become a miserable existence.

This is the story of my first year after leaving the abusive home of my parents. It is written as I lived through it. The chaos of dealing with my new life and the horrible feelings of realizing my life was anything but a fantasy life.