Now I have a name, I’m no longer alone. I know I’m not the only one to be tortured, to watch their children die, to be broken on the alter, taught to bleed in punishment, trained to be more diciplined than most army men. Now I will use those gifts and trials to my own advantage, my dicipline will allow me more strength than many, what I’ve seen and felt can help the normal abuse survivor.
But still, professional aid alueds me. They don’t want to know me.