My Space

For years, my evenings consisted of cooking and cleaning after work. After that, I had my own space near the head of my bed on the floor where I'd plop down in a crunched, hunkered over position and just sit there until bedtime. I would just hold myself. It felt so comforting to have a small, small space to curl myself up in. I just couldn't stand the thought of spreading out. I had to hold myself tight. I remember when I decided to leave my abuser. I spent days in this position...just rocking and crying.