Sometimes, it haunts you.

It lurks in the corner of your mind, monitoring your every move like a 24/7 surveillance. It watches you sleep and appears in your worst nightmares, leaving you breathless and covered in cold sweat when you finally wake up. It manifests itself in the reflection you stare at in the mirror every single morning, urging you to hate the person you see.

It follows you around.

It lingers in the air.

It possesses you.

Some people call it a ghost.

Others call it an apparition of all the trauma.