I was abused in many ways. But I’m not sad about it, at least not anymore. What I’m most sad about it that I let it hold me back for so long, that I fooled myself into thinking I had a perfect life in many ways, denying the reality of being human. Pain is inherent to humanity. But we so often deny it, turn from it in shame, search for the safe haven of perfection. That is an illusion. There is no life in denying reality. Only in allowing ourselves to feel fully–both pain and pleasure–can we be be fully alive.