“I wonder what it’s like to not flinch every time someone touches you, to not be haunted nightly by flashbacks and the dreaded echoes of their footsteps. I wonder what it’s like to not want to cut off the skin you’re in with every thought and step or the miracle it must be to not be engulfed by a hopeless fear that you will never feel clean again.”

I’m the type of person that won’t say how they feel when something’s wrong. I’ll stay quiet about it and eventually let it build up. Then one day I’ll end up breaking down because I just couldn’t hold in my feelings anymore. I want to say something. I want to say what’s on my mind. I want to say that I’m not okay. But I just can’t.

The sunrise, of course, doesn’t care if we watch it or not. It will keep on being beautiful, even if no one bothers to look at it.

Love your parents. We are so busy growing up, we often forget they are also growing old.