the hour

She lay on the cold, hard floor, aching and alone, recalling the previous hour when she battled her inner demons to stand up and speak her most painful and harrowing truths. Her heart feeling more battered and bruised than ever before.

She didn’t know it yet, but one day she would look back and write this hour, not as the one that had broken her, but as the single, most important hour in her story, the one when she took back her power and began to save her own life. 

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