Today is my 29th birthday. It’s also the day I have finally and officially separated from my abusive partner and will never have to see him or think about him again.

It’s bittersweet, after two suicide attempts during that time. I feel like I shouldn’t be alive, but I also finally have the feeling of relief, and actually being able to start again that I never thought I’d have.

The survivors guilt still eats me up, and the things that my friends and family endured to get me out of it hangs heavy.

But I am finally content. I survived to see freedom, happiness, and my brother and his partner announcing their first child.

I have nothing to my name, no job, money, just the things I could take from my house. But I am content in this moment.