Organization
I try to put myself into her shoes, try to stretch my brain to understand the mental weight carrying all of that must have been, and it makes me understand and appreciate how intelligent and talented she was.
Holding Off Despair in the Face of "The Horrors"
I do what I can to avoid springing the trap, and that does mean having to avoid content that is near the trigger. It also means looking at the things that inject some hope into my day. Hope is resistance, after all.
Take My Hand
“I told you,” the figure says. Nemesis. His nemesis. The villain. They’re supposed to lose, supposed to be wrong, supposed to—Comet doesn’t know anymore. “This was always your end. Always the way you were going to end. I just had not imagined that it would be via my hand.”
The Ivy Window
I hate him for that night, because his lips turned my gray world to color for the first time. His hands and touch were why the women paraded in front of me never appealed.
Just like an ankle
Think of your brain the way you think of your ankle.
The Stag
"I will help you." I don't promise to save the voice. They sound so small and so afraid. I do not have healing herbs nor magic like Mama. All I have is myself; I hope that's enough.