I was lost in thought, saying a silent prayer for God to guide me through the toughest times.

U.S. hinted that she’d take a flight with no return, as if she would protect me from the abuse. She didn’t

I realized I was being coerced before my exit. The abuse and confusion lasted awhile, til I gained clarity and summon the courage to leave.

I thought about it two or three times: if I hadn’t returned, I wouldn’t have been abused.

Counselor J. said it’s my right to get away from the abuser. Despite the fact that they had helped me with the study loan, I was more than ready to leave.

B.S. had also mentioned that if I had any other loans he would allow me to leave them. That word hit me hard, but I was relieved that they were ready to let me go.

t wasn’t generosity. It was the final transaction. As I packed my bag, I told myself: That’s it, this is my final call to move as a knight on the chessboard.

Being brave and strong for doing what most wouldn’t.

In today’s society, most people in their late 30s are parents with kids, struggling to make ends meet.

That’s not me. Instead, I chose the exit.

If I hadn’t moved, I would be stuck, not growing, and never learning how to break the generational curse.

The people close to me spoke with such ego and aggression that I questioned if I actually belonged there.

Today I put the past to rest;

The Vanishing was necessary for me to learn and live the best life I had always wanted.

Maybe if I had not returned on my first exit, things would be better.

Maybe if I had learned not to turn my back, I would be in a better situation.