Dear T,

Everything was so bad last Thursday. I was so....so...crazy. I was crying and shaking and twitching. Reliving that from so long ago, the terror, the disgust, the self hatred, the unending sadness. I don't know why you haven't given up on me yet, or why you even want to talk about all that horrible crap. I asked if I could get better and you said yes and that you wanted to try to help me. That made me want to cry even more because never has anyone cared enough about me to want to try and help me. Never has a man been kind to me and there for me without wanting "something else" which was often taken by force. I feel safe with you. And that is a wholly new feeling for me. You feel safe. I can't believe it to be true, it feels so good, to realize that with you I am safe. Thank you.