"How do you explain broken?" she whispered quietly into the darkness.
Because in her mind there were no words that could ever adequately begin to capture the emptiness she felt.
An emptiness so deep, and dark, the blackest water of the ocean floor looked like the sun in comparison.
It was like she forgot how to feel, how to think, how to breath, how to function.
And yet she continued to exist.
Pushing away any memory that crept into her thoughts, burying them so deep, she doubted she'd be able to find them again.
But the demons, no matter how she tried she could not rid herself of them.
It haunted her relentlessly.
Refusing to dissipate, refusing to lose its clarity, they stayed.
And so she slipped deeper into the blanket of pain that engulfed her, fell deeper into the oblivion that held her.
But slowly, ever so slowly, she rose to the surface.
Inch by inch her soul came closer, closer to feeling the warmth of the sun again.
She grew stronger and stronger, fortified by her affidavit that this was the last time she'd feel this way.
She would not turn around.
She would not give away the ground she'd fought so hard to win back.
Because for the first time in a long time,
she felt like a person. Her own person.
And after all this time,
she finally liked who she was becoming.
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