Pride is what fills hollow bones so you can stand upright. Pride vibrates wide like a rumble instead of squeaks like an untuned violin. Pride roars. Pride owns. Pride claims. So what’s hard to swallow here?
I remember feeling so terrified for my life. I shut down and shut out everything. I couldn’t trust sounds or smell. That's when I didn't trust my sense of direction. I couldn’t trust anything or anyone. I didn’t trust me anymore. I covered my tracks so I wouldn’t find my way back into my desecrated body.