They are always monitoring the healing process, and you already know how I feel about that dear reader. Whether it be your therapist or a loved one, the question after something no matter how atrocious is “how are you?” I realize the good intent, but at some point asking the boy who’s mom just passed in that car accident if he’s okay is patronizing. He’s not. Yet we still ask, to be polite. When presented the question now dear reader I can’t help but scoff. It’s been six years since I’ve left that violent house and guess what, I’m still not okay. It’s not that I identify with being a victim, or that I haven’t done the work to heal. I’ve been in countless programs, therapies and even on medication. My thoughts are still plagued with memories I wish I could forget. I am not over it, I harbor so much anger and outrage how could I be? I question often what it’s going to take to get over childhood trauma, is it revenge Im seeking? What will finally allow my subconscious to close this chapter for good? I have yet to find out, let me know dear reader do you ever truly leave that house? Do you ever leave that room?
Estranged Daughter 
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