IrisPeople always assume that being rescued is the end of a story. But I know that's not the case. Being rescued doesn’t mean you can go back to your life. It doesn't mean you can live happily ever after. That’s in fairy tales; it isn’t real life. Or at least that isn’t my life. I know people think I should be grateful for the rescue, and I really am.They think I should be able to shake off the last five years of my life, the pain, the darkness, and just get on with it. But I can't. It's not like the darkness is always there. There are times, tiny little moments where I almost forget. I smile and laugh. And for those split seconds, I can feel the woman I used to be still inside me. She is still there, fighting to be let out, and then the darkness takes me again. And I am back to being the Iris I have been trained to be. The woman with no fight in her. The one who jumps at her own shadow and won’t meet anyone's eye.I don't want to be the woman who people look at with sympathy in t
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