They say that family is there for you to see you through the good and the bad, but what if it’s family that is the bad? Where do you turn then? If the people that are supposed to help groom you, guide you, teach you and shape you are the ones inflicting all the pain how are you supposed to ever trust anyone else? When your whole life is spent walking barefoot through fields of glass with land mines on the only clear sections how are you supposed to move forward? If you have an imagination sometimes that will save you, but the truth is they often strip you of that as well. You’re on a battlefield and the only one you can trust is yourself. There is no platoon waiting to cover your 6, it’s just you covering all angles fighting off armies with decades and decades of arsenal. They say the best way through an ambush is to charge right in….you might come out on the other side charred, and beaten to bloody pulp but the most important thing you can ever remember is wounds heal, life goes on, and YOU CAN CHANGE THINGS.