No part of you wanted to recall the horrific acts that had happened to you growing up. The nightmares still happened… just not as much. As a child you woke up, soaked in urine. Having realised you peed youself in fear. Yet now as an adult it was thick layers of sweat on your body.

Therapy was helping… even if sometimes you didn’t admit that, being officially sounded with complex post traumatic stress disorder. Your father was arrested, serving many, many years—though it never felt enough. You were safe from him, but men like him still existed. That was your new fear.

Everything has started at a young age, the worst of it starting at age 7. An age where you struggle to forget what happens. And though now you were 24, it had been 8 years since he was arrested, and you still felt trapped.

You worked a decent job as a nursery school teacher. Adults were scary, kids on the take hand were pure and safe… you wanted to protect them all. Living alone in a small house with a small variety of animals.

Missing one thing from life… love. You loved your pets and the kids you worked with. But you wanted a true love, like in the picture books your dad used to gift you— so you’d stay quiet. Every night you imagined youself being held by someone, safe. You needed your knight in shining armour.

But now, all of your coworkers had encouraged you to join dating apps…