“We know everything there is to know about you,” she said. “And we’re still here.”
Isn’t that just the thing?
That they are still here.
That they were there when it was as bad as it ever was and have never left me since.
And oh god, was it bad.
Not point-of-no-return bad, but… ugly.
Mentally, I was the worst I’d ever been when we met. Still on anti-depressants. Sleeping with many (many) men. Crass and a bit rude, and mostly because I was scared. I didn’t know how to ask for help. How to be vulnerable. How to get over the dark by cracking myself open just enough to let in some light.
They smashed me open and it was blinding.