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It’s said that one is the loneliest number, but for college and university students across the nation, that number is actually 1.97 million.
Navigating through trauma, for me, was and is like walking through Lewis Carroll’s Wonderland—beautiful yet ugly, safe yet dangerous, sweet yet vile. The only consistency is inconsistency, and the allure of disillusionment, the allure of continued isolation was as attractive and thirst-quenching as the Mad Hatter’s tea. I met the flowers that sang beautiful songs, but saw me as a weed, the Bandersnatch that manifested as a vision of the perpetrator, and the cards and guards that held the Queen’s law, taking the heads and hearts of all who question what is, was, and will be.