I am not myself.

Haven't been since I was a kid.

I remember the WORST thing that has happened to me, clear as day. I block it out as much as possible because reliving the thought terrifies me.

It's not the first time I've had my heart broken, being a single mom, losing a child, flunking a grade, or anything I ever thought was a horrible experience.

This ONE person destroyed my life before I ever had a chance to experience the world. That's what gets to me the most. That person took something from me before I had a chance to speak up for myself.

Who am I today? I'm still the speechless child that hid under the covers in fear, but no one knows why.