The hardest thing to do is what’s best for me. The hardest thing to see is what’s best for me. When I kept moving forward, it was really easy to think I’d forgotten but the truth was, I hadn’t forgiven. I had shrunk too far away from myself to know how wrong I was. I was affected by emotional trauma in a way that hindered me from opening up to people, from believing I was worth staying around for, and from finding somewhere safe, in my mind, to live as myself.