Tonight, something as small as a string of pastel lights unraveled me in the most unexpected, but equally beautiful way. I wasn’t “working on my healing”. I wasn’t looking for symbolism or deeper meaning. I wasn’t reflecting on anything, I had been decorating for the holidays all day. Until the package with the new lights…
I never knew who I was. Not in the way people say it when they’re young and still figuring themselves out. I mean something quieter than that. Something eerier. If you had asked me, before TSW, before the burning, before everything, I would have given you an answer. I would have told you what I…
A letter to the little girl in the hospital bed, and to anyone still waiting to be told they deserve to be here by Nina Ajdin The Letter You deserved to live. Even though everything around you smelled like death and made you feel undeserving of it. Even though the sounds outside were gunshots and…
