Elena
How could I rest easy knowing that my pictures had gone viral, climbing through the heat and was on the top search, currently being feasted and become everyone's source of entertainment?
Even in my dream, I was haunted by it. I dreamed of everyone rushing towards me, asking me questions and my body—about this and that—they chased me to the abyss and drove me insane.
It drove me insane.
And the thought of my pictures were still there, hanging, currently being mocked and laughed by everyone—stirred something different from me.
Anger.
I am angry.
I am frustrated.
This happened again, and again—I couldn't even something to protect myself because I would get anxious and get overwhelmed right away when my trauma triggers.
No one would protect me like how Grandm
