My nightmares as a child were nothing compared to my reality. Every day of my life I walked through the landscape of a dark and dreadful dream. But the monster that lurked behind my doors and around corners was made of flesh and blood and not merely temporary and dissipating works of my imagination. When the dawn would come and I opened my eyes to greet the light, those monsters did not disappear. They took up residence in the shadows of my home. They took on the form of a man, my own father, who was supposed to snatch those same terrifying dreams away and replace them with love and reassurance.
Reality became my worst nightmare, stuck in the middle of it, unable to run. My heart would pound, my veins surged with adrenaline urging me to flee the terror, but my body would remain frozen in time. I could not move, I could not speak, I could not scream. I was physically chained to his unrelenting brutality...read more
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