To whom it may concern,

I don't think about my trauma as much anymore. I don't wake up screaming every night anymore. I don't pull away from someones touch as often anymore. Those things are still there and probably always will be. Cruel reminders, scars that will always be there no matter how much I age, but with time, I've learned to breathe through the trauma, quiet the screams, and force myself closer to the people I want close. 

It's not that it isn't still scary or isn't still painful. It's more about appreciating the world around and the people who want to love and care for you and trying to push through for them and then one day....you're not pushing through anymore...you're just waking up like everyone else and eating breakfast with your family and going to work, or going on grand adventures or taking risks we never thought we would. No matter what you want in life, as long as you're willing to try to push through, the next day will be easier and you will be closer. Doesn't matter if you ever get there. Just that you tried to keep going. Every single day.

Sincerely,

Alice.