When I was fifteen years old, a "she" lived in my mind.
At first it was fear, then it was dependence. She can take over my body, block me from the malice I don't want to face, and make me face it bravely; when I cry in the middle of the night, she tells me in a gentle voice: "Don't be afraid, I'm always here."
I thought we would live together like this for a lifetime, until that day, her voice became very soft and distant: "I'm leaving. You have to walk bravely on your own in the future."
The voice that always shielded me from wind and rain disappeared, but I lived the way she expected.
Finally I became the one who loves myself more - myself.
Purpose: personal growth