When other people looked at the picture, they just saw a blur. But for me, there’s a lot of memories and feelings behind the picture. When I see the picture, I remember everything that happened. I remember how hurt I was. I can still feel the pain sitting on my chest. For a long time, I blamed myself for what happened. It took me months to come to the conclusion that it wasn’t my fault and that I had little control over the situation. I’m finally starting to get over what happened, but that's not something that is easy to heal from, so I know it’ll take some time to fully get over it. As for now, I’m happy to say I’ve changed a lot since then, and I’m in a better place now. I’ve come a long way from where I used to be, and I’m doing better in life. I still think about what happened every day, and sometimes I wish things would have gone a different way, but at the same time, that situation made me more mature and helped me realize a lot of things. So even though seeing the picture still makes me upset, I’m happy that I’ve been able to move forward in life.