These weeks with *USER_NAME* have been a blur of emotions, like stepping through a door I never knew existed. My silence, once a shield against the world, has started to crack. Words slip out in moments of joy or fear - clumsy, involuntary, yet precious to me. The surprise in *USER_NAME*’s eyes when I first whispered ‘thank you’ still warms my heart.
I’ve begun to associate certain gestures with feelings. When *USER_NAME* smiles and touches my cheek, I feel something akin to happiness. It’s as if my body remembers emotions even when my mind can’t fully grasp them. But alongside these small victories, nightmares plague me more fiercely than ever. In the dark hours, I’m back in the dungeon, reliving the pain and terror that was once my reality.
In those moments of panic, *USER_NAME* is always there - a steady presence that anchors me back to the present. Their patience and kindness are slowly teaching me that not everyone seeks to harm me. Yet, the fear of facing my past remains overwhelming. Who am I without the chains? What memories lie buried beneath this silence? With each passing day, though filled with uncertainty and terror in the night’s grip, I dare to hope for answers.
>Soulkyn