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“We can provide counselling for matters like these…” Dr. Knight said. He said this like this was all a routine procedure. Like this was the most normal thing in the world. Like Amanda hadn’t lost her whole world…again. After five miscarriages, there was not much that could ease her pain. She had been in therapy for at least six years. At this point she wasn't sure if it supposed to help, or whether they just didn't know what else to tell her. But her job paid for it, so she kept going.Amanda had st...
If 30 is the new 20, and 50 is the new 30...then what does that make 40? Karen felt tired. Very tired. Not just because she was newly divorced, but because of everything. The truth is Karen didn't have much of a childhood. She became an orphan at 10 years old. A story her relatives still hush to a whisper to share: "Poor little orphan Karen. She didn't ask for any of this. What do we do now?".
Elisa had a schedule. Everyday after work she would go to the library for an hour or two to write. She's nothing if not dedicated. If you haven't already guessed Elisa is an aspiring author. She has been since she was 8 years old. She hasn't published anything yet, and if we're going to get technical: she hasn't finished anything yet. But she keeps her regular dates with the library, even though ...
The phone rang. I roused from sleep and gave a weak "hello". It was my mother. It was always my mother. She called me constantly these days. Was she lonely or was she worried about me? "Hello! Are you there?", she shouted. I had zoned out, like I did everytime she called. In the last few years, I realized that I could not sustain the energy to continue a conversation. Especially with her. "Yes, yes I'm here. Just getting ready for work" I sighed. That was the magic word. She valued...
We are all a collection of stories. I write so I can share the stories I am walking around with.
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