Just one thing.

There's one thing that turns over in my mind in the darkness of the night. Because that is the time that you come out to infect my thoughts. When it is the middle of the night, and I am all alone. That is when you leak your way in from the recesses in which you are normally buried.

Accompanying you is a whisper.
"I kept her safe for years."

Kept me safe like I was some pathetically delicate little creature, that was too fragile to look after herself. And so you put poor little me into a box. A box that would protect me from everything the world outside had that could hurt me.

However, your method backfired. You sealed me away, protecting me from everything. Everything but myself. It was myself that was always the worst enemy I had. More problems were caused than fixed.

All you had to do was let me out. Let me face everything. Because I'm not weak. I didn't need that amount of protecting.