 And then I would start crying, like for the first time ever for that experience. I would read what I had written and then almost seeing it out of me because I hadn't even been putting thoughts to these experiences, right? I was just trying, like I said, just trying to survive, just trying to keep myself and my daughter alive. And then here I am writing out that time and reading it now as something that's a little further removed from me. And then finally I was able to process it enough