My eyes slowly adjusted to the darkness as they struggle to open. Beads of sweat forming above my brow as I desperately search for familiarity. It was then I realized, I was trapped. Locked away in my own mind once again— hyperventilating. Tears streaming down my face, as I fight my own thoughts.

It’s a daily battle, not being able to be yourself. Not knowing who you are, but being hyper aware of...

In a dark subdued room sat a girl, once very strong and confident, broken and in tears. She had never dreamed of how quick her happiness could be stripped away. One article of clothing at a time, she now felt exposed, vulnerable, and dirty. A guilt not cause by anything that she had done, but by what had been done to her, now crushing her.

In a corner of a room stands what one would see as a boy...