Two years past escaping from the Mudi house was a moment of sheer desperation and determination to restore order. Every step away from that place felt like breaking free from chains that had bound me for far too long. As I sought refuge in my current safe house, it was a mixture of fear and hope that fueled my journey to this realization. 

The walls of the safe house, while unfamiliar at first, soon became a symbol of safety and new beginnings. It is a place and shelter where I could finally breathe without fear, where my wounds could start healing, and where I could begin to rebuild my shattered life. The transition wasn’t easy, but with each passing day, I felt stronger, more empowered, and grateful for the chance to start anew.