An ocean of cold darkness, waves threatening to overtake them at any moment, salt burning their eyes and water filling their lungs every time they gasped desperately for air…
Yet, if they can keep their inflamed eyes open, a pinprick of light that peaks through the clouds long enough to show them which way is up, if only they’d hold on a little longer…
…In other words, trauma. Trauma with little specks of hope and happiness sprinkled in, promising that the world isn’t all bad.