An I miss you and a few dozen hugs:- for Sara, Bourbon

@ kyllingsara: The original Sara who began that blog. I miss you. Sometimes it makes me extremely sad when I think of how hard you struggled to rise above it all, only to be pulled under by everything inside of you. The stories you told of the horror you were forced to face, the lines of anger and hurt and fear that you let out as you were besieged with memories and body sensations. You fought hard. You really, really did.  I owe you a poem, an ode to your struggle, and one day it will be written, maybe with a happy ending? I can only hope and pray.

To the rest of the system, I hope that one day you guys find your way. I haven’t heard anything from the blog in a while and that makes me worried, and a whole lot scared, but I’m hoping that all of you are still around somewhere.

@Bourbon: You will pull through this. You won’t forget. But you will stand against the waves of pain and fear that always seem to control your life. There is only so far down a person can go, and as long as you’re willing, there will always be a way back up. Don’t give into the self-doubt. Don’t give into the urge to cave. Don’t gave in to the fear. Don’t let it take over your life. I hope it doesn’t seem as if I’m trivialising your struggles. I just really believe that you can and you will.