Bare minimum.That’s what it was after 32 years—and that’s what it stayed.

No shock there.

But this was never about money.

It was about getting out.
About surviving something that slowly takes pieces of you.
About choosing freedom even when it costs you everything familiar.

The milestones aren’t loud.
They’re in the quiet moments—
when your head finally feels clear,
when your body isn’t on edge,
when the weight starts to lift.

That’s when it hits you—

You made it out.