I used to be a happy person. An only child of parents who were also only kids. We were a great team. Until we weren't anymore. It hurt. Hurt so much to lose the love and trust and stability they gave me. Hurt so much to suddenly be all alone. Hurt so much, I gave up on living. I grew up too fast, did things kids shouldn't do, and I cut myself off from everything and everyone. One day a person I never trusted taught me not all pain is bad. That sometimes the hurt can be intense and consuming and freeing all at the same time. Sometimes the only thing that reminds you how to live is pain.