It's never too hard...life is never too hard. We always change, we adapt to different ways, whether there ours, someone else's or something the world threw at us, we always survive no matter what.
The fact that she survived years of relentless years of torment is something to prove that people can survive, that they can pull through the problems in their lives, in their own time. Her pain resides deep within her soul, hopefully never seeing the light of day, never seeing something to escape out of.
Although her healed physical wounds could be seen, her mental, emotional and physiological could never been seen by someone who doesn't understand the pain. Who will never understand her pain, and she knows now that no one will ever understand. You would have to walk in her shoes for years and even then no one would understand anything.
These wounds, clung to her soul with sharp burning hooks, every little thing around her reminded her of those wounds, pushing those hooks even deeper and pulling sharply, tearing her apart from the inside.
She never thought she would be affected as much as she did, being how she was born and raised. She didn't know what to say to her family anymore, she felt so...disconnected from the world for who she was and what she had been through.
But she guessed something, something she had thought of from deep within, the whispering of her demons, the thoughts that she has about the world.
Even angels have their demons.