This is just the beginning.

Another day down.

I am so ready to get out of this house.

I need to separate myself from these people.

I need to spend eight weeks by myself seeing and exploring and figuring out just what I'm capable of when I'm not in such a toxic place.

Thank you God for a sweetheart of a friend who was willing to remind me that taking care of me and my needs isn't a bad thing and doesn't make me selfish.  It means I'm letting go of trying to fix people I can't control.  I've spent far too long attaching myself to the status of my family, a family full of people who are so completely different from me that they can't even see who I really am.

I need to get away.

I need to be free.  Free to be me.  Free enough that I don't believe the lies of this world, at least not as instantaneously as I do when I am here.

This summer is the start of my adult life.  A life where I'm not "Mallory, Sheri's daughter, Holly and Chelsea's sister".  Instead, it's a life where I'm just Mallory, child of the King, friend to all, a young woman figuring out exactly what she's supposed to be doing with her life.  I truly do want whatever God has planned for me, because His ways are so much bigger and higher than mine.

And I, for one, can't wait to see exactly what God has in store.