The initial lines scrawled across her notebook echoed: "Who is she? Who am I?" To my astonishment, despite our close friendship, I had been unaware of the distressing nightmares that plagued her mind. Alas, she is no longer with us. I have lost her. Regret seizes me for not being there for her when she was alive, hoping I might have extended a helping hand. She was filled with secrets. I am now sharing her diary and the visions that plagued her to shed light on her memory.