There's a feeling that comes with feeling seen, not abandoned, feeling like everything would be okay.
it's the feeling that comes with meeting someone who had in a way once felt and gone through what you are going through.
it's liberating and fills you with a different kind of hope.
that's what I felt when she said "you remind me of how I once was, homeless, alone and in pain, I just couldn't walk away""
I didn't know what to say, tears threatened to spill from my eyes.
I had been forcing myself to remain strong since I was exiled from my pack, no unnecessary tears even when I felt hopeless.
I refused to let myself give up, to give them the satisfaction of ruining me, breaking me.
I had to survive and make them regret their stupid beliefs and actions. I still didn't know what was up with my body, what had happened that day still remained a mystery to me, something I hadn't let myself dwell on.