It is the anniversary of my escape.
When I escaped, they took my books. They thought the power was in them. Same for my hair, my money, my body, my mind. But the power is mine; I took it with me when I left.
After I left, things got worse. The violence peaked, unsheathed from the need to keep me near. If I had arrived as the result of a loss of faith, the way out would require that I submit to the order of the circumstance for my passage through them.
Atonement is to be done [god]'s way.
And. It has always been my head upon which the sins of the house were laid. Rather than petitioning, this time, forgiveness...rather than begging for my life, I turned myself towards the wildnerness.
If you give people the benefit of the doubt, they will prove to you that they are who you thought they were. So much has been done in this life to make you doubt your instincts. Do not doubt your instincts.
Not again. If you give yourself the chance, you will prove to yourself that you are who you think you are. And, I guess I've got to thank [god] for letting me see.