Recovery
One day, then another.
Today I made a doctor's appointment without overthinking it. That sounds small. It isn't, for me. A year ago I would have drafted the phone call three times in my head first. I'm writing this down so future me remembers: some of the biggest shifts show up in t…
The first time I said out loud that I wasn't okay, I said it to a stranger in a coffee shop. She was reading a book I liked. I don't know why it came out. She didn't flinch. She just closed her book and said, "I'm really sorry. That sounds hard." A few words.…
I used to think growing up was linear. A tidy climb toward some steadier version of me. It isn't. Some mornings I wake up feeling whole, and by dinner I'm twelve again, replaying a conversation I can't change. What I'm learning: the goal isn't to stop feeling…
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