Well, I’m not sure how this will be perceived well or even if this is allowed, but I’m going to try at the very least. I haven’t been able to write and I am so sorry. I want you to understand why... Growing up in an abusive home really scars a child, a teenager, a human, and it doesn’t go away. It doesn’t just evaporate from one's mind and even if one’s brain blocks memories out, your body and soul remember (At least that’s what I think). I still feel the physical, emotional and mental abuse that was done, the memories pull me under and hit me randomly. Sometimes it feels like I’m drowning. Five years ago, the 22nd, I went through a self-induced traumatic experience and it feels like something just snapped inside of me. Sometimes I think it was the ability to be truly happy or feel pure

