Cutting contact was the bravest thing I've ever done. First I thought it's insignificant, it's a small step I made but I have still a long way to go. Then I was proud. I did something for myself, because I felt I hade the right to feel what I'm feeling. For a whole day it felt like I'm finally able to breathe. But then the guilt creeped in. What if this thing I did will drive you away from me for good? What if this makes me untrustworthy in your eyes? What if I left someone behind who relied on me? Who needed me. I felt bad. Real bad. And a few days passed. I finally had energy again. I enjoyed the small moments. I felt closer to my friends. I'm closer to myself, again. It feels good to be myself again. I'm thinking about what I did a lot. Why does it feel so bold? Today it kicked in: I showed you the consequence of your actions. And I couldn't not do it. I had to do it, I didn't have an other choice. It was an act of self-love. Something I don...