by Y. V. Larson (Author)

I spent about 780 days in captivity. My first 365 days of freedom were in a psychiatric facility. The following 547 days I spent being comforted by my parents.

For 1,692 days, I forgot how to live. Joy and excitement weren't in my vocabulary. Then my men gave me over 100 days of everything I lost. They made me feel repairable.

Piece by piece, I started becoming whole.

The monster came back though.

I hope the happiness and love I found will keep me warm in the following days of darkness because I'll need them. I'll need my men. Once again, I'm all alone and apparently, I've healed enough to be broken again.

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