I burrow my way through the tiny balls of glass towards the surface. The cool beads roll past me as I push my way upwards. The glass around me, starting cool becomes continuously warmer. I look forward and see daylight shining through the top most layers and push my way through.
The light is harsh and bright. The heat is strong and warms my now aching limbs. I take a moment to stretch and wipe t...
She dropped it on me like a bomb onto a major city. “I thought you knew,” she said. I didn’t know. What do I do with this information. Do I try to figure out the truth? Is it my business to?
It’s my dad, of course it’s my business… but is it acceptable to bring up somone else’s trauma just for information? Potentially trigger them and send them into a relapse solely because I want facts? That’s a...