"..if I've ever in all my lifetimes experienced peace, I am nearly perplexed. Could it be possible that after hundreds of lifetimes I have not known peace? That seems to be the fact. In lifetime after lifetime I have known oppression: from parents, siblings, relatives, governments, countries, continents. As well as from my own body and mind. Some part of every life has been spent binding up my wounds from these forces. In the memory, I would have to say, there are only moments ~at most, days~ of peace".

One of my very favourite pieces of literature, beautifully written and painfully explained. A story of a little girl who not only was abused by society but by her own father and every other male she came across throughout her life.

Those of you who have read it will know what i mean.