does one deserve to feel unsafe. every. single. day?
every single second?

does one deserve to feel like she is standing on a really tall cliff, and one easy blow from the wind could bring her down? bring down all what she has been fighting for to the deepest darkest part of the chasm?

to feel like whatever she has done right, is wrong. to ride her white horse alone through the cursed forest and never find out how to get out?

or worse, doesn't want to get out because being alone means safe. and safety is what she has been looking for?