It's been a week since my encounter with the Pierces.
A week that I've used to let my self heal.
Tears were shed, catharsis was achieved, yadda yadda yadda.
Babs was actually the one who suggested therapy.
I was dismissive at first too. But talking to someone can really help.
Oh, and I go by Phoenix Jane Storm now.
What, you expected me to use Heather? I don't fucking think so!
The Jane, as you might guess, is for Ben-Jacks. Plus Jane Yolen is pretty fucking awesome. Damn, she's written a lot of books.
Music has been a lot of help too, though I should probably add that hearing Orianthi's Suffocated set me off a little bit. Also, there's no fucking way I will listen to Hell Is For Children. Way too triggering.
Now for the biggest help by far.
Learning the Pierces are in jail. I admit, I cried a little when I first heard that. Happy tears. The fuckers will never get me again. I'm free!
On to other things.
I have tried shifting into a firebird again for some time now. Maybe it's a one time thing, maybe not. Time will tell, I guess. I've been told I shouldn't do it again though.
But come on! You really think that's gonna stop me? No fucking way!
I'm more than my pain. Babs has had me saying that.
Gotta say, I kinda like it. Being more.
After all, my pain didn't stop me from being who I am.
I can change. Adapt. Grow stronger.
What's more, I know I have done all these things. That I've come out whole on the other side.
As for what I'm doing now, that would be standing on the roof of Wayne Manor.
I am a survivor. I am triumphant. I can be whatever I choose to be.
A firebird.
Watch me fly.