Dear Diary,
I wake up with a terrible emptiness. Endless nightmares again. Sometimes it feels like they can’t get any worse, but I was wrong—each nightmare is worse than the last. In my dreams, I am stuck in the same place, at the age of sixteen; that was when my trauma happened. I am afraid that my life will never be happy, that I will never be able to leave the house and start a normal life. I often think about leaving this world. I have had many attempts, but each time I survived. I want to wake up one day healthy and happy and be free from the pain.