Dear T,
I'm scared. I can talk but I don't want to. Silence feels safer. I can work but I don't want to. Hiding feels safer. When my brother was little, he used to huddle up in the cubby hole in my closet. I feel like that. I didn't call because I didn't want to make noise and have •••• hear. I'm tired of being brave and strong. Little scared me wants some time to be.