![]() So I don’t know if I’ll ever tell you those details. And ever since that infernal night, on January 18, 2012, I’ve been trying to lie to myself by pretending that certain things didn’t happen – because sometimes it’s the only way for me to stay sane. Sometimes emotional survival means deceiving everyone – including yourself. No human being should ever have to remember, much less share, certain events. ![]() ![]() They’re too overwhelming – I’ll never make it through the telling. With mere words, how do I tell you about the destruction of everything in my young life – all that I loved and lived for? How can I explain to you what sustained me through unimaginable evil, when I myself don’t know the answer? And after I survived it, but with a soul that was hollowed into a nihilistic ache, how did I manage to carry on, even as unbearable memories pursued me everywhere, like a pack of wolves hounding their prey?Īs much as I wish I could tell you everything, there are details that I just can’t talk about right now. ![]()
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