How does a culture even begin to attend to scars and wounds when even that road kill is turned into systemic competition that slap community into tribal warfare.
I had no safe place to hide, no one to ask for help. I felt like a coward. I had no friends. I thought changing school would help, and it did(for a short time). But still —even though I had friends now— I found myself living in the same bubble as I was living before.