Talking about it is not the problem...

I can talk about you.

I can talk about the harm you inflicted in surprising details without flinching.

I can talk about the help I received.

I can talk about that night, and the following months of running and hiding.

I can talk about the shame.

I can talk about each of the thousand pieces of my soul.

....and I can do it all with a smile and laughter. With a nonchalant demeanor one would associate with a fleeting inconsequential experience.

I cannot talk about the nightmares.

I cannot talk about the tears which is allowed existence only where they will lose significance.

A smile is such an easy disguise.