Chapter 1
Remember when the light touch of the breeze,
Ran like razors across your skin?
Remember when even the thought of food disgusted you? When you constantly rode the waves of nausea, the tattered vessel, barely holding you together: your body.
Remember when the feeling of love shamed you? Disgusted and disgusting, the pain caused by any light that shone on your darkness was too much to bear.
Remember when you couldn’t feel? When you had fought so long to numb it all, and you had won? No sadness, no fear.
No joy, no love.
No peace.
Remember when one bad day started to run into the next, until you couldn’t tell the difference anymore? Remember when you stopped caring?
Remember when it became too much?
Too much pain.
Too much fear.
Too much disappointment.
Too much guilt
Too much.
So much, that you wanted it to become nothing? Forever?
I do, too. I remember it all, mostly through a fog. But it’s there. That kind of despair is not easily forgotten.
But...
That is not what’s important.
What’s important is—
I remember, it got better.
It got better, and I remember.
