I wish I could tell you that you're going to survive this. I wish I could tell you that the memories fade, and that things get easier over time.
It doesn't .
At least, not on your timeline. Not when you want it to be.
Because as soon as you think you're better, something reminds you of them. An eyebrow. A blue flannel. A mischievous glint in someone's eye. Hell, even a playground or a gust of wind. And then you're back in the abyss of torment.
What I can say, though, is there is a light at the end of the tunnel. I don't know what yours is, but you have to find it. You need to keep up hope that things can get better, and that people are not monsters that turn on you any chance you get. I've had my fair share, certainly, and the dark is so, so dark.
You are needed. And loved. Your power is necessary in this life. Especially if there isn't another one. So please, keep fighting.
If not for you, then for me.
With all the light I can bestow upon you,