from the daughter’s point of view When pain gets loud, I go backwards. I hold my stuffed bunny like it’s a shield. Because little me is the only ve...Read more
Why can’t I answer simple questions? Why do my words freeze when your voice turns sharp all of a sudden? I make mistakes but they don’t feel small. ...Read more
He says I don’t listen. That I’m full of excuses. That I do things on purpose. But I’m trying. Even when my brain is fog, even when the world spins lo...Read more
