it was that tiny word that changed her entire life. it was saying it out loud.
I remember sitting on the couch for hours waiting for her to tell me what it was that had diseased her or kept her so far away or made her wish she had never lived.
Finally she said the word.
you woul dhave thought had killed someone she was hiding it so terribly, tucked safe i her fist like a gem she wouldnt let go of.
sometimes we dont want to let go of fears.
I think it is when we begin to dialogue, to say to write, to put it to story, to hang the dirty underware out in the open and know that there will be people who are disgusted by us, and there will be people who could care less. the people left in the room after you have shared are the humble people, the strong people, the people who understand what stepping carefully for years not to destroy yourself means
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