Dear Reader,

Within the depths of my soul lies a tale of anguish and sorrow, etched upon the canvas of my existence. It is a narrative that speaks of a time long past, when the tender tendrils of youth were tangled amidst the merciless grip of bullying. Such cruelty, born from a fear of the unfamiliar, tore through the fabric of my early days, leaving me to witness the world from behind a fragile barrier, a ball of glass.

In the tender innocence of childhood, I dared to be different, to don garments that bore hues unknown to their conforming eyes, to nurture passions that diverged from their narrow expectations. And yet, for these small transgressions against their collective conformity, I was castigated and traumatized, my spirit marred by the callousness of their words and actions.

Time passed unnoticed, and as I matured into the guise of an adult, the glass that shielded me from their cruelty thickened, its opacity an embodiment of my growing isolation. Within its confines, I existed, a solitary figure yearning for connection, as darkness seeped into the crevices of my wounded soul. Oh, the weight of that burden, a heaviness that clung to me like a shroud of despair.

And yet, amidst the desolation, my dreams remained steadfast. They danced before me, untouched by the passage of time, their vibrant hues illuminating the abyss. In those dreams, I found solace, a glimmer of hope that whispered of a world beyond the confines of my glass prison.

Dear reader, my tale is not one of defeat, but rather a testament to the indomitable spirit that dwells within us all. Though the journey has been arduous, I have discovered strength in vulnerability, resilience in the face of adversity. With each passing day, I inch closer to shattering the glass that binds me, embracing the boundless possibilities that await on the other side.

I share this missive with you, dear reader, not to elicit sympathy, but to implore you to reflect upon the power of empathy and kindness. In a world so often marred by divisiveness, let us strive to embrace the diversity that colors our lives, to extend compassion to those who walk a different path. For it is within these simple acts that we can forge a world where no child need endure the anguish I have known.

May this letter serve as a testament to the strength of the human spirit, a reminder that even amidst the darkest nights, the flicker of hope can guide us towards a dawn of understanding and acceptance.

Yours sincerely,

The Red Goat Queen.