You may look right through me, but I am not invisible!

I just can't live in a bubble.

When a child is severely abused it forever is entrapped in its body as a child...the body matures, but the spirit is still a child.

“Why are some born loved and why are some born unloved? Who decides the "why"? What is the "why"? Why is there a "why"?

There is no light in the darkness of abuse.

It is a constant struggle to be happy in the sadness of abuse.