a person trying her best and worrying about everything
I hope that one day
I might have a daughter
So I can teach her
That strength of character
Of mind
Of will
Dark marks dot her spine
A constellation of bruises and scars
Some fresh, others faded into soft reminders
Years of anxiety
Trying to hide the stress
The doctor asks how I feel
I don’t know how to communicate the numbness
How do I feel?
I can’t.
“Grey.”
Am I suicidal?
My greatest fear is that I wake up one day and am not living my genuine life. I fear that I will look in the mirror and not recognize myself. That one day I’ll be tired of rejecting the decisions other people want to make for me and I will just float along, living a life where everyone but me is happy…
I’ve spent my life worshipping so many heroes: the protagonists in my beloved novels and TV shows, the superheroes in DC comics, the faultless men and women I watched on the news. That’s what I was going to be. I was going to save the world in my own way. A hero. Me, with my crunchy lifestyle and my book of…