Aha...

I think I have my answer. Everyone thinks I'm okay because they assume I was too young to remember...

How do I tell them I remember?

How do I tell them I can relive the very moment I was engulfed by saltwater and felt the grains scrape against my skin?

Do you know what it was like to have no control over where your body goes? Oh wait, be careful. You might hit your head on the cave walls and crack your skull. Oh wait, I did.

Does anyone know what it was like to finally reach light, only to turn around and watch your mother start foaming at the mouth, eyes rolling to the back of her head?

I'm angry. But also frustrated because I don't know what I want to come of this. I could complain. I could speak. But what then?

I still have a long way to go in this life. It might take a while, but I hope to find solace one day, in the fact that someone does understand me.

Right. Closure :)