Even with progression in a positive direction, hidden under the surface is the sense of numbness that pokes at me.

When you begin to dig a bit deeper, you will find anger. You will find resentment. You will find someone who is fucking screaming from the pain of the year of wrongdoing. You will find someone who will lash out at any repeated offences, no matter what the magnitude. 

But when you dig beyond that, you will just find someone who is lonely. You will find someone who is wounded. Someone who is exhausted of staying strong. 

I've fought with everything I had. Now there's nothing left of me.

But then again, I'm just playing the victim card again aren't I.