I can’t comprehend how you still have so much control over me after all these years. I hate the way people look at me when I start to explain so I just don’t anymore.

Here I am, 7 hours later, trapped. Physically; inside the car in the hospital car park waiting for you. Physically; my bladder has wanted to explode the whole time but I’m trapped. Too frightened to drive down the road and use the bathroom and get myself a coffee. I certainly need it after you stole my sleep again last night. So here I sit, in pain, feeling worthless that I can’t escape your clutches, not even now. When will you let me go?