That's where it hurt again. Each time I would commence a conversation with someone new, they would continuously bring up my past. I didn't want to be defined by my past. I wanted to let it go. I wanted people to stop saying sorry like they meant it because they didn't. They didn't understand, and it wasn't okay. No one would understand what I went through, no one would know the many things I experienced in that cell, and all the times I turned my mind off to be at peace, to pretend it wasn't happening. To forget.