It never gets easier. Sometimes I feel like it's harder every day, but that's impossible. I lived before; lived with a filthy Yeerk in my head, yes, but I will not call my slaver a crutch.
Sithee, my Sithee, stares at me with what only a few can know is love in her eyes. "I cannot do this," I say. "Living in peace when you are like this."
"Do not worry, my love," she says. "You will meet your challenge in time."
I meet it every night, trying to remember how I survived. I keep silent. Until then, we sleep.