I rode the wave.
Of fear.
Anger.
Contentment.
Angst.
Sadness.
Anticipation.
Anger.
I rode the wave.
Crashing against the shore.
Over and over.
I watched as my family learned how to deal with the pandemic and social distancing. I watched their emotions and opinions heighten and shift. I watched as my PTSD was triggered, as my anxiety increased, and my feeling of freedom dwindled. Uncertain times, uncertain opinions, and uncertain feelings for the future.
For him to ask you how you're doing. To visit the home you've put your heart into. To ask to hang out. To ask about your life. Your boyfriend. Your travels. Or hobbies. Or friends. To care.
Which is on purpose. I try very hard to be a kind person, but it's really a facade so I feel safe and protected at a distance. There's a reason for that. <7 Years Old: I was on a family vacation in Mi
I was divorced for almost a year when he interviewed me for a job. When I accepted the offer, I was the only American with a team of 6 wonderful Lithuanians. Three of us were based in Chicago and the