I have always been a little terrified at my luck. And that’s so gross to say. Obnoxious, really.
Seeing your friend win is honestly amazing. Even if you wanted to win.
It’s easy to be wise in theory. A lot harder in practice.
Writing about mental illness has never been something I’ve shied away from. In fact, it’s one of the things I’m most proud of.
Bravery is doing what you must,
is doing what you have to
even when you wish you could bow out.
You wake up and you go to sleep and everything in between resembles the day before. It’s not boring, exactly. But it’s safe.
I guarantee there’s nothing you need to tell me that can’t be expressed over a text or email.
Did you know if you dream about him five nights in a row,
your heart becomes a time machine?
Is this betrayal? Is he stealing from you?
There are things inside me I am dying to scream. But instead, I’m whispering.