“How many times I’ve sat with people, even as an adult, wishing I could hold their hand, or lie in their lap, or cry in front of them, or tell them how I really felt about them, or ask them how they really felt about me, and how many hours I wasted thinking of how I would do it, when I should do it, begging myself to “just do it now! Who cares!” Then once I did it, I’d wish I’d done it much sooner because it’s was fine, it was safe, I was safe.”