'Sometimes she just gave up things that she liked about herrself, because keeping it meant a lot of wounds. Sometimes she quit the fight and sighed and said, ‘I give up’. Sometimes freedom had too many costs and doing the right thing was too much sacrifice. Sometimes it was too painful to not cry and the shower was a good excuse. Sometimes she feared the darkness and embraced herself. Sometimes she lied because the truth meant pain.Sometimes she had no one to go to and therefore she prayed. Sometimes something within her was just too broken to heal'