I didn’t intend to be away for so long. I have struggled with depression and bad thoughts, and the beer bug that swept the world only made it worse.
I lost my job last summer, and was forced to move countries and move back in with family. In many ways this has been good for my mental health. I have other people around me on a daily basis and have someone to talk to and spend time with. It also helps that my parents own a property of some size, so I can actually spend time outside, even if another lockdown is to come.
The downside is that I am not living far from the Stepford hellscape where I grew up. My biggest fear is to run into any of my abusers.
They are out there, and I know several of them are living pretty close to me.