Peace. It’s supposed to be nice, a change of scenery, and a kind feeling. They wanted me to be at peace. But they don’t want that. Is peace throwing someone in a room and expecting them to be alright? Is peace injecting medicine that might be worthless to the actual cause and could cause harm to one? Is peace not caring about the screams and just placing people in a small area, with nothing but eachother? Is peace expecting them to forget all of this and just hide behind a mask of peace, keeping the fear away? No, it isn’t. It’s harm, it’s fear, it’s scarring. I still have nightmares of the place, the kids who threatened they’d be back the next day, the kids who were stuck there forever. I’m not fine. I’ve talked to people about it and they said not to worry. They said I wouldn’t go there. How exactly is that comfort to me? All I need is some support other than that. I can’t take my mind off of it. Its been that way since 2017. The year I went through a lot.