Escape? Am I sure?

Sometimes you just can't handle the memories, or the things that invoke them. Sometimes you feel the need to just get away from it, because you're just not strong enough to deal with it. Not yet, and you don't know when you will be. I spent the previous month just trying to keep somewhat sane. So many things put me on edge, I was spending more energy just trying to keep from snapping that I kept passing out cold in sheer exhaustion. Everything seemed to remind me, every man I saw was him, my heart was always pounding. Now, my family & I are about to move a ways away, and the stress from that certainly didn't help matters any. But I'll be away from more things, places & people that remind me of things I can't handle thinking about. Am I running away? Is this my escape? Am I a coward because I'm not ready to handle the processing my mind needs to do to heal? So what if I am. I'm tired of being forced to heal at the pace others think I should. According to my therapist, I have already crossed many great hurdles. I'll get it, but I'll get it in my time. And if that means I'm escaping it, well, for now I am.