A Golden Thread I Can’t Follow

Breathe, dear reader. This book isn’t for fighters. It isn’t made to turn you good, kinder, somehow better. It isn’t made to make you sweet. Now, don’t you run. Do not be afraid. I see it too. You wanted to be brave, and for them to love you, so you candied your bitterness and hoped they’d see you. But caramel cracks and sickness seeps through. Are you sinking? You can’t swim back to the surface with sugar-coated arms. I understand. Dear reader, It’s time to drop your shield. This book is your refuge. It’s not a battlefield.