“I danced in the flames and pranced on the shames of those whose names I could not reveal. I have been told, exhaustingly by a genus of psychiatry, that to forget allegedly means to heal but if only such a thought became real. To die when compared to living has, at times, seemed like the lesser evil.” DepressionTraumaPsychologicalSuicidal ThoughtsLesser EvilPsychological TraumaPost Traumatic StressScars Of The PastUnforgettable MemoriesHard To Bear Book:Night Tide Musings Source: Night Tide Musings