Every week, without fail, her therapist would ask her the same questions, and again without fail, Emilia would sit there and avoid taking any actual steps towards a resolution. Not that she didn't want to get better, but the fear she had when she approached those memories, those feelings, was just too much. She preferred the isolation of separating herself from that which made her human.
Read MoreI’ve been on the run for too long. Trying to escape from you and from the pain
Read MoreMy therapist says it’s important to stay tethered. I believe her.
Read MoreThere is strength in seeing yourself with fresh eyes. In being forced to challenge yourself after spending years being comfortable.
Read MoreI am at the edge of an archeological dig, excavating the discovery of my buried voice.
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