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But there are no real markers with therapy, nothing to say, “Here, I’ve reached this point, I’ve made progress.” It’s just a gradual shift so that one day you wake up and realize you don’t think like that anymore, or you’ve slept through the night for a while now, and maybe this is the new normal.
“People only listen when women expose their pain, I suppose.
Emma gives Kristin her other hand, because she’s right, they’re still girls. But she isn’t sure what that signifies anymore, except that girls are the ones who always end up victimized, abused, tortured, dead.
“You didn’t survive Huxton because of worthiness, Emma.” He looks at her. “I don’t know how you survived. But what really matters is that you’re surviving now, in spite of everything. That survival is all down to your strength of character and will. That survival makes you a fucking force of nature.”
“Monsters don’t always look like something from a horror movie. Mostly, they just look like… normal guys.”
Monsters are people, and they’re living among us.
These pathetic, selfish men, who feel entitled to take what they want with no regard for anyone else, and without consequences. She knows them so well, and she doesn’t want to anymore. Doesn’t want to listen to their bullshit. Doesn’t care about their psychology and their monologues, their histories or excuses.
