next week it'll be a year since the shit hit the fan. since I walked into our condo with knives everywhere. where he strangled me. when I tried to yell for helped but instead gasped for air. I got through it. I got through it. the court hearings. the false proximity alarms at 2 am. I got through it. I didn't think I would make it a year and I did. part of me wants to celebrate, but I don't know how. part of me still hurts and wants questions answered. have any of you ever took time to celebrate getting over hard part? how?