No Saint

by Ria Wilde

There’s this big dream that when we grow up our lives magically become better, we have freedom and independence, resilience, and these big fucking dreams. Nothing could affect us like it did when we were children. But that wasn’t right. Things as an adult just got worse.

Words have as much power on a person as actions. They cut just as deep and twice as hard. A physical trauma hurts the flesh, but words, they hurt the soul.