If my trauma response could speak, what would it say?It would say , “it’s not going to get better. It’s only going to get worse.
Grief and heartache wracks Your chest, deepest tensions are Loosed, new light enters.
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From Shakespeare’s Macbeth: Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,Creeps in this petty pace from day to day,To the last syllable of recorded time;And all our yesterdays
apple.news/ARLIP1hnLRdq6_Z2jaoRGVg In 2017, an alien object entered our solar system. Named “Oumuamua,” it behaved like a comet, except for its unusual shape, oblong, like a
I want there to be A new numbering of the Years, so that it says, “Before me,” “after me.” I want to have changed the