So I sat down with her,
Feeling her terrible pain immediately,
I didn’t have to look into her eyes to know that she had seen the worst,
Not necessarily out there in the world,
But within her own self.
The mind can torture us more than we may be able to imagine.
It’s not a choice, it just happens.
But we can fight it.
We can end our own horror by opening ourselves up,
By sharing our deepest secrets and
Letting others in.
Yes, we will be vulnerable,
But also will we be free.
I started talking to her after a few minutes of silence.
She had been uncomfortable but it was part of the process.
We had a long way to go and I knew,
I felt it in her presence,
That she was strong and would be able to withstand the winds and storms
That were trying to bring her down.
She knew these storms were made up,
But also had she developed such a strong imagination,
That they had seemed more real than me sitting in front of her,
Alive and breathing,
in flesh and blood.
She knew why she was here.
It had been her decision.
And she was ready to fight
She was ready to kill the demons that prevented her from living.