Survivors know, monsters are real. They wear human faces, sometimes even the faces we are supposed to love. I have survived abuse, been raped more than once. It is how I have become. I have seen the darkness in mankind. And just as I am ready to stop seeing the light as possibility, that is when someone comes to show me there is people who are still worth believing in.
I try to be positive, for even though I have seen the monsters walking around in man’s skin, I really don’t want to let the darkness seep too deeply in. To do that, lets them win. So I teach my daughter that which I was not taught (that no one has a right to do anything she is uncomfortable with) And I make my own way in this scary world. Some days that means waking up soaked in the tears drawn from the past. Some days it means pulling away from the world on whole. This is what life is after you meet the nightmares of the human kind.