lamppost

This picture of me felt like the first time I ever saw myself. . You keep telling me I’ve changed so much. . Most days, I don’t see it. . Then somedays, I catch a glimpse of me, and I don’t recognize the girl in the photo. The girl in the mirror. . You say … Continue reading lamppost

stay

“I’ll stay.” . Words I wept a number of times during the month of November. Words I carried with me through December. Words that I often think on, remembering, pondering, holding. . In October I sat in my therapist’s office. I relayed this feeling of wanting to run away. How I spent a lot of … Continue reading stay