Coming in is so hard. I've never done this before. I'm further along than I've ever been and everything tells me not to go. I can't have you look at me. I can't have anyone look at me. There are too many fears living inside me. There's nothing I want more than to pull them out by the root and toss them... but they have been my friends for so long. They've kept me safer than anybody else has. I'm built like no other, my fears have been useful, they are hardwired straight to my defences. But I am not one of the real people.
My fears and I, we know we need to be able to connect with the real people. We are losing, every day we lose something. Someday We will be at the end of life, we will have lost out on so much. And we will also have lost our chance to change it.
So we have to come in, we just have to