Fear plagues the mind and casts a shadow of horror upon the victim. Aggression bites the once spotless glass gem of the soul. And the overwhelmed super-ego must tame the reins of the panicked animal the id has become. How much stress must the inferior take to supplement the anxieties of the guardian? Would punishment to the silenced inferior move her soul? Of course not. But that is a lesson the guardian has yet to learn. Love is the great mover of things, but so is fear. My heart wants to vomit the words: “YOU ARE WRONG! YOU HAVE NO PLACE IN HOW I CONTROL MY LIFE! YOU ARE A MONSTER!” But who am I to kid myself? I know better than this. This is the work of fear. Alas, I have nothing to blame. Nothing to hate. Nothing to vent out this out on. My chest heaves with the weight of sadness and stress. Of despair. Of agony in that I am a cornered animal – helpless and vulnerable to the emotional abuse of her guardian. All I can do, all that I know how to do: is to calm my own soul through solitude and let my mind rest in the infinite comforts of nothingness. And self love. I will heal myself. It is my only trusted strength left now.