ADIRA
I washed my face over the bathroom sink, trying to wash away the fear I felt lingering beneath my skin. I thought I was stronger and could face my parents, but the idea of seeing them made me feel sick to the stomach. I didn’t want to see them interact, because it was clear they still loved each other after all of these years, and I knew deep down they never loved me as much as they loved each other.
The more I thought about it, the sicker I felt, and the vomit hovered just below my throat. I kept washing my face, trying to wash away those thoughts, but they were stuck on repeat. Eventually, my body couldn’t handle it anymore, and I found myself leaning over the toilet, throwing up the contents of my stomach. I heaved over and over again, feeling sick in every way possible.
When I
