"It’s easy to write it down. To turn the pain into something pretty, to find some sort of closure or escape in the words. The hard part is trying to say it aloud, trying to seek the same comfort when you’re talking about it candidly. The metaphors can only take me so far, and I can compare the pain and the memories to a fire or a storm forever if I want. Eventually though, I’m going to have face them for what they are. Real. Real and dark and tortuous moments, and there was nothing pretty about them. It was never brave to write them down, it was just easier."