This is a true story. It is my story. I am here, today, because of grit, will, and the intervention of those who caught me as I fell into the abyss at the darkest point in my life.

I still wake screaming, panting, and scrambling out of the bedcovers, trying to escape the phantom of the one I once loved coming towards me, menacing, hateful, desiring nothing more than to break me, to end me. To hurt me. To destroy me.

The Lost Letters is my story. Every word is a chronicle of solitude, strength, survival. This is who I am. This is who I was. This is who I will never become again.

Elizabeth Anne Carter 🌺