Savannah Watson

I have something dark inside. Something that has been there for most of my life. It was put there by others, forced onto me by people who were supposed to be my protectors. Instead, they planted something monstrous and then pretended it wasn’t their fault. Years later, long after I think it is gone, that demon resurfaces, and I’m left to face it alone. I have to fight to survive, to keep from drowning or being swallowed whole, to stay in control when anything could set it off. Despite the anger of being saddled with this burden and the fear of the dark creature making an unexpected and unwelcome appearance, I have to acknowledge that it’s there. I can’t bury it in a box forever. And the first step is to call it by its name…

trauma.

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