November 26 2009
Text — It’s the only place I know how to bear
Thirteen years ago this morning I walked into my parents’ bedroom on an overcast and somewhat rainy Tuesday morning to find my Mother in bed, lying lifelessly still.
I froze that day, a state of mind that I’ve existed in ever since. That is until this time last year, when I finally exhaled, or perhaps more fittingly, inhaled, and came to see that my life’s journey hasn’t taken me all that far: I have not yet fully left home. In what is supposed to be the life and dreams of every teenager, and despite moving away and living in three different cities, drastic changes would be needed for me to even think of crawling mercilessly forward. So here I go.
