I reached for my hidden journal and wrote a note to my future self to live. To actually live her life and remember me, her younger self, that is desperately waiting to live a life I am in control of.
Reclaiming my independence after someone broke my trust.
When I realized how much I loved my skin; it was like an epiphany that I’ve been neglecting my entire life, and once I came to terms with it, I just felt so much happier.
Two years ago, I was in an abusive relationship and still find myself thinking about her.
An ode to my dead mother.