I am astonished by how perceptive others can be, effortlessly discerning what I have strived so hard to conceal. Regardless of my tireless efforts to overcome the challenges I faced as a child, certain individuals effortlessly detect that my healing journey is not yet complete. I have developed coping mechanisms and mastered the art of presenting a composed front, but deep inside, that wounded child still carries immense pain. Even at 65, despite intermittent counseling throughout the years, that little girl remains terrified of feeling unlovable. From a young age, I learned that I could not depend on adults to shield me or offer love and affection. I made the decision to destroy the letter my mother sent me after I revealed my sexual abuse. However, the words “You should have kept your mouth shut” remain indelibly etched in my memory. Perplexingly, my mother wonders why establishing a relationship with her and my father is so challenging for me. I may sound bitter and angry, but no one truly comprehends the extent of my efforts to overcome and nurture a connection with my parents, only to be met with indifference. Surprisingly, even individuals with whom I have had brief conversations can perceive that my childhood trauma has not been fully resolved. My initial instinct is to retreat and protect the remnants of my defenses, but I refuse to let fear dictate my actions this time. Instead, I am determined to embrace the unspoken challenge and embrace openness and transparency.