She was like an iron giant door that has no lock. She seemed calm, strong, and didn't open up easily. She can't express her thoughts and her feelings, even to those closest to her. Nobody knows when no one is looking, she can be a glass bead that breaks easily. She's weak, has a trust issue, and mentally unstable. She likes to overthink something and ended up crying. Her thoughts were like tangled threads, she wished she could cut or fix the thread but she couldn't yet. She believes everything needs a process. With this writing, she hopes she can slowly heal herself. She knows, no one can heal her, this is all on her. Little by little, day by day, she believed that better days would come.