I turn in bed, shoulders tight from sleep, and notice the sun is just starting to rise. As soon as I stand, the folded chunk of paper filled with words catches my eye under the purple amethyst. I sigh as the emotional waves come back to me like a dizzying hangover. My exhale travels through me until it escapes my parted lips.
Writing that letter was a good release; however, it resurfaced a lot more than I had originally considered. It focused on parts I hadn’t paid attention to when I became poisoned with the stories I learned as an adult. Another thing to cover up my truth, who I am at my core. It also reminded me of the person I lost because of all I’ve been holding.
I move through my home until I make it out on the balcony. I shiver, wrapping my arms around my body, and squint my eyes
