My violent nightmares don't terrify me as much as the realities of my conscious life.
Healing is a slow and painful process.
From my earliest childhood, I live in confusion, never quite finding anyone who could help me. After a psychiatrist in Chicago hospitalizes me for a short period, I determine I'm done with them. However, a few years later, I'm driven to see Jack by the horror of my rape in Florida. I provide him glimpses of fear in my daily life, including screaming in my head and my confusing life in Chicago. However, I hide my feelings about a strange man I had seen outside my office window in Chicago, blowing me kisses.