Here I go again. I'm back at the Shelter for Battered Women. I guess it's just a matter of how soon I want to lose any sanity I have left. If I would have stayed with Dan, it would have gone slowly and painfully. At least here, it may go fast. Oh, pardon this gibberish.

This is going to be so hard. My resolve is not that strong. Looking ahead and taking in all the problems that I faced at once was my downfall I guess. I copped out and chose the easy way. It's going to be a fight every day. Things go much easier if you can stay in your own place. It's being in unfamiliar surroundings with strangers that help defeat you. Then I get to wanting my own place so bad and make Dan synonymous with home and security. Mustn't make that mistake again. I guess this is where I must make a stand on my life. That's exactly what it's come down to. It's so hard to think clearly. I hope I can make it. It's easy to forget the bad when you're lonesome and have too much time on your hands. I wish I could talk to a psychiatrist. But I must live through this or I won't make it.