“There was prom and finals and graduation. There were summer parties. Movies. Mini golf and dates and college orientations. There as life, moving on, and I missed it. Not because I couldn’t go physically, but because I couldn’t go emotionally. There were whole days when I couldn’t leave my bed, not because of the bruises and scars, but because getting up and facing the world for another day felt too frightening, and too pointless.”
