Someday, this will be over– only remembered like some half-felt and fading nightmare. Julia had stared out the window of the inpatient mental facility. She had wished so badly to be on the other side of the locked door. But, the panic attacks had just kept coming, and no medication cocktail seemed capable of stopping them and freeing her mind and soul.
That was twenty years ago, right after that fateful night when she finally found the courage to walk away from the abuse. She had started to believe that love shouldn’t hurt and that everyone deserves to be loved in a safe and supportive way. The damage to her mind and body had been nearly irreversible.
She had thought that her life couldn’t ever be right again. But, as she looks through the windows of her rented apartment in Paris, she marvels at the tenacity of the human spirit. Seeing the Eiffel Towel glowing red, white, and blue through the night, as the people celebrate its 130th anniversary, she feels joy to still be alive and be able to travel and enjoy life to the fullest.
It was truly a nighmare, the abuse and then its aftermath in the asylum. But thankfully in this life, we wake up from the nightmares, capable of living a good life. She smiles at the thought, as she sends a prayer heavenward, “Thank you, Lord God, for giving us humans such resilient hearts and minds. We are truly marvelously and wonderfully made.”
Written for First Line Friday Challenge from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. The prompt is in bold.