My life's clearing up a little bit, despite the depression. I'm seeing things without the threat of looming death behind everything, at least. And I've noticed this... rising swell of anger within myself towards my mother. An anger at this mistreatment, this injustice.

I feel like my urge to leave has been sparked once again.

This is foolish. Isn't it? It's hopeless. But it's like, forgive the cheesiness, but sunshine is piercing through cloud cover and illuminating my surroundings.