My situation was weird - that's for sure. My abusive husband started cheating (looking for a replacement) with a married woman (who said she'd divorce and marry him after he got my life insurance) when I was hemorrhaging so heavily, because he figured I had cancer. He wouldn't allow me to go to the doctor. I was so weak that when he was out of state... I had to call my dad to ask him to drive me to the doctor's. They ran a ton of tests on me. They were really concerned about the low iron and wanted to hospitalize me, but I refused to go - I had to get out of the house. I'd had low iron before (just not THAT low). My family (who I'd been isolated from) helped get me out of the house another time that he was out of state. In the meantime, an ultrasound type test showed the fibroids. I can't have surgeries, though, because I have had allergic reactions (died on the table) the 2 times they've attempted to put me under. My ex found out (by opening my mail) that I didn't have cancer and decided he wanted to "keep me". He got violent when I refused to come back, so the police told me to get a restraining order, which aggravated him even more, so he drug his feet on the divorce - I ended up giving up my premarital funds, just to get him out of my life, but it didn't work. He started suing me for "contempt" with such charges as he wanted $100 a day because I wasn't cooking for him anymore and eating out was expensive. lol Attorneys were expensive... so, I had to drop the insurance I'd been paying for. The ironic thing was... the bleeding stopped about a week after the first restraining order went through. My doctor thinks stress was aggravating them. Every time my ex would take me to court for weird stuff, the fear and worry and financial stress affected my iron levels (I can't uptake iron when I'm under stress), but the bleeding didn't come back. So, without the bleeding... it's just iron that I struggle with, and he hasn't bothered me since February (because the judge threatened to throw him in jail if he kept misusing the courts), so I'm slowly but surely getting those levels back where they should be. My doctor knew I was losing my insurance, so she showed me how to check my gums to keep an eye on it. My ex had threatened to bankrupt me, because then I wouldn't be able to keep my son (disabled), but my folks helped me with the additional attorney's expenses that occurred after the divorce. I couldn't afford to go anywhere or do anything, but I knew I had to get my son out of the house. I hadn't been allowed to leave the house for the last 6 years of the 21 year marriage, so... I didn't know where to go. lol I found a free 50+ activity center, and they said I could bring my son with me (even though he was only 33 at the time). He loves music, so I took a line-dance lesson. Abuse causes memory issues (usually temporary) and the extremely low iron didn't help, so I made a LOT of mistakes. One time, I ended up facing the wrong direction - with the whole class facing me and I just started laughing - then, to my horror, I broke into tears, because I felt guilty about being happy and feeling silly when I should have been feeling sad for a failed marriage. I hadn't "felt" anything for almost 21 years. I'd shut my emotions off to protect myself. I grabbed my son and we left (I was soooo embarrassed). A woman caught up with us in the parking lot, put her arm around my shoulder (which caused me to flinch), and said, "you've been abused, haven't you? You'll be a survivor before you know it. You took the first step by leaving, didn't you? You took the next one by getting out of the house. Now, be brave and walk back into that building with me." She shared a part of her own story with me in the coffee area - gave me and my son a hug and convinced me to go back to class. After class, woman after woman came up to me and shared some of their stories and told me I was stronger than I knew. I spent 3 months being an unstable emotional wreck, and those women lifted me up and gave me their strength when I didn't have any. After I learned how to process feelings... life got good (no matter how hard my ex tried to destroy me). I was still terrified of men, but I was learning how to do things (life had changed - didn't even know how to prepay for gas & checks weren't allowed anymore lol), I had the support of my family, I'd made some awesome female friends, and the police were keeping us safe. I wasn't doing well around a lot of people, but my friends started taking us to outdoor concerts and grouping me in the middle of them so I didn't have anxiety attacks. Now, I can handle it, because I know a LOT of people in those crowds. I even found a small church for my son and I to attend. They took me to a place where older people dance, and eventually... I got where I could dance with a man - the husbands of my friends taught me to dance. Now, I can even dance with strangers (as long as they aren't too big lol). I realized I was relying on my friends too much, so I set a New Year's goal (back then) to go to 1 new place by myself (with my son) every month. It was hard, but I achieved it. Now my anxiety is mostly gone, and I know how to handle it when I start feeling one coming on. I've even forgiven my ex (in order to free myself) and I don't see the 21 years as wasted - they were a life lesson. My night terrors are a LOT less frequent. I still don't sleep well, but I've come a long way. I'd been told my legs were ugly and that I should hide them, so last year... I also set a goal that I would show my legs. The first two times that I attempted to wear a dress dancing... I ended up changing back into jeans right before leaving the house. lol The third time, I was getting ready to change back to jeans, and I decided to just bring them with me (as a crutch). I danced for an hour and when they turned the lights back on, I got self-conscious and ended up changing in the bathroom during the band's break. lol By summer, though, I was wearing a bathing suit at a pool party - along with all of my girlfriends that taught me that our scars, wrinkles, and varicose veins are beautiful proof that we have lived. Recovery was rough and required my pushing myself - hard sometimes, and if I failed to push myself, there was always a friend that reminded me that life was meant to be lived that would give me a little shove right into that life. It's so odd that learning to love the flaws in my body helped me to accept my emotional scars. My "open wounds" have healed, but some scars are likely there for life, but they are a reminder of my strength and what I've overcome. They hold their own kind of beauty. The last 2 years were focused on physical survival and emotional recovery. Now... I'm working on physical health/fitness. I've been trying off and on during those 2 years, but it kept getting interrupted by my ex's drama. I've had 2 months of peace, and so I'm trying to get started again. I've been on track for a bit over 2 weeks now, so I'm starting to feel hopeful that I can make enough progress that anything that comes up (like having to go into hiding again) will just be a set-back, rather than having completely start over. Long story (lol), but short version is, I'll get there, just have to get through the beginner "growing pains". I want my body to match the strength that I finally feel inside.