Everyday that passed, her shattered psyche slowly healed. She had endured the traumatic and feared it would destroy her. She stared a serial killer in the eyes and lived the story. She wasn't without her own wounds. Physically she had healed from her wounds long ago. Stab wounds were stitched, cuts faded.

Mentally, she may never truly recover. When you stare into the eyes of evil, it has a tendency to break through to your most primal instincts. She did that, and hasn't been able to return to normal. No average person could do that. Still, she fights to regain a piece of herself every day. I imagine she'll win one day.

Walking in on her sister slaughtering a family. That doesn't leave you. We've tried everything short of shock therapy and a lobotomy. She still remembers. She still wakes up in the middle of the night screaming. But she's trying to recover, and that's more than I can say for most of our patients.


 
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