It started with a whispered “no.”
Four years ago, she put her life on hold, stopped all things, to save her daughter.
We spent the whole day together, and I knew something wasn’t right. I should’ve forced you to go…somewhere.
I like that you make me a better version of myself.
It only took me four years to utter those words, and even then, I can’t seem to lose the “technically.”
I want to be the one who desires more, who does not accept complacency. Who wonders about how I can make an impact on someone’s life every day. Who finally makes the first move and just asks them out. Who reaches out to a friend to remind them that I care.
Stop making it feel like it was her fault. She knows it’s not, but please stop trying to make her feel like it was. You have to know that she gave it everything she had.
My fellow inmates and I know how to escape. What we don’t know, however, is the consequences behind saying those three simple yet ever-so-life-changing words that will forever open those prison bar doors.
I learned how to show myself compassion. I learned how to reach out for help.
The monsters in your mind are making you think we are conspiring against you. But we are rooting for you.