u/CandleSpiritual2649

Moving to JAX this summer, and was just curious WHY there are so many luxury apartments downtown! It feels like there are wayyy too many apartments for how empty it felt. I'm looking at the Five-points, Avondale, Riverside, and South Bank. I'm coming from Philly (one of the most walkable cities), so it's going to be a culture shock for sure.

The other questions I had were:

1. The new boardwalk on South Bank seemed nice, but it feels like it's not near many things...?
2. Do people use the Riverwalk and is it safe at night? And/or what's the best trails to live by for walkers/runners.
3. Should I try to live by the Friendship Fountain, Riverside Arts Market, or Cummer Museum? It seems like there's a lot happening at those venues.
4. Five-Points seems to be the most lively part of town?
5. Does anyone recommend their apartment building/neighborhood/general area to live for people working in DT JAX?

“And wherever you are: I hope the skies are bluer, the colors are brighter, the hills are higher, and The world is kinder.

I will love you forever.”

James,

I miss you more than words can express, more than the number of stars in the sky. I live a life with a giant void, like a crash survivor; as I imagine what our life should look like each day; as we were supposed to be building a future together. You told me you couldn't wait until next year with me, but it feels like you've been so unjustly taken away from my life. When you were my life.

Nothing seems right anymore. You are gone permanently, I'm surrounded by horrible cancer cases, and our country is in flames. I grieve you like a death that felt so preventable, like a manslaughter I caused.

Every week, I can't understand why everything fell out of control so quickly; while my one true love was ripped from my hands. I know I still deeply love you. I know was SA by someone I once called I friend, I know I was thrown into something so unsafe and deeply betraying our relationship, I know you don't believe me, I know I acted abusively towards you, I know I don't deserve a future with you. But each day, I miss you so so badly. I hold on to your memories, and feel like a wife who is waiting for her soldier to come home as I sit in the battlefield of cancer care; drowning my depression with work and sad stories of families ripped apart, when you were ripped from my hands.

Your voice, memories, and songs flood my head as I hold onto the last things I have of yours. Looking up to the stars, wondering where you are, and how this all happened to us. I love you bunches, today and everyday.

I believe you are my once in a life time love and unfortunately your time in this world was far too short; but I will always hold you in my heart. I’ll love you till the day I die.

Faithfully yours, Dr. _ ❤️

The series of events this year has shaken me to my core, and was just too much to sit with alone.

1. My abuser got word that I was filing for a restraining order against him.

2. He immediately went to a non-profit, called women against abuse, and got them to serve me an emergency pfa with the claim:

“defendant has ADHD, anxiety, and maybe BPD, therefore, plaintiff is afraid of defendant.”

3. When I tried to get ADA accommodation, I had to interview in front of 5 people, talking through the physical, emotional, and psychological abuse I had been through. It was horrible….

4. The judges decision was that I still had to show up but didnt have to interact with him… No real ADA accommodations for ptsd which I literally had formal documentation by my psychiatrist, explaining the risk to my health if in close proximity with my abuser.

5. I was never told the correct court date, and since I never showed up, was served the worst: a 3 year PFA with fines… that I didn’t know about.

6. 3 months later, I came home, found my exe watching me from outside my home (again), called the police and they told me he was just watching me, to make sure I’m home, they then came and served me papers that I had another court date, I was terrified of them, hiding in my house, and they said he was just watching on a public street, which is within his rights… I had to make them take down a stalking report.

7. I went to the court house, only to find out I didn’t have another court case, the case had happened without me knowing about it.

8. Now my exe is attending and showing up to the same events, classes, and social groups he knew I loved and I’m now terrified… scared of him somehow reporting that I’m following him, scared of criminal charges, and mostly scared of seeing him bc of the cptsd and flashbacks I live with. 

9. I’m moving far far away, deleted all social media, asked my work to not tell anyone where my new job is, and going to as much therapy as I can… I’m starting off as a women’s health attending next year, specializing in trauma-informed care…. Because I know it deeply, and I know I didn’t deserve to be retraumatized by “women against abuse” and our local court system…