You see, she lost herself greatly within a very short period of time. She walked a path most would never dare venture down. She sought the help she thought she needed, and sure, a few asked questions, but it wasn’t enough. She stumbled. A lot. Substance abuse wasn’t enough. Intentional physical pain wasn’t enough. The pint of tears she could’ve collected over the weeks that have built up over many years, they weren’t enough. Knowing that God has a powerful and promising life ahead of her somehow still wasn’t enough. She walks slowly down this path, still, unsure of where it’s taking her. Every day now is a mystery; no good mood is guaranteed, conversations probably won’t be answered, and it might not get better. And she gradually forgets how much she’s worth. She asked me what self love was because she believe she would never experience that. She told me she wasn’t sure she could do it much longer. And for the first time, I didn’t know what to say.