My head is so very heavy, weighing down on my neck, drooping like a wilted daisy, my few remaining petals precariously dangling. There’s a cloud inside my mind that’s filled with rumbling, grumpy thunder. I can’t seem to ignore it.
Read MoreI deceive myself so easily. I promise myself that I’m absolutely, resolutely fine. I tell myself all I need is to start a new routine. I hold myself up on these stilts of fragile smiles and over-enthusiastic nods. I’m brittle and always off balance.
Read MoreThere was a time when I knew how he’d answer almost any question. There was a time when I felt his devotion so secure I joked about it. There was a time when all my personal aspirations felt selfish.
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