Without the rope.

I’ve never flown. I’m 21 years old and I’ve never been on a plane. Which is funny to me because I’ve run a 5k on a freaking runway. I’ve gone to the airport specifically to eat dinner and watch planes take off and land, and I’ve sat underneath the planes as they’re landing to take […]

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The in-between.

Yesterday morning, I woke up to new students moving into the apartment complex. Yesterday morning, I wasn’t one of them. I’m not sure if I remember the last time I wasn’t in a constant state of motion where college was concerned. I went from one college out of state to living back home with my […]

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You’re still here.

I felt this was important to tell you. You’re still here and have a heartbeat and breath in your lungs. The world is not a kind place. People are not going to play nice. There are going to be too many goodbyes. And somehow we’re still expected to play it off like we’re okay and […]

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Give her a seat at the table.

There’s one seat at our table that stays vacant. You can’t sit with us. She stands on the outskirts of the room, awkward with a terrible sense of fashion and frizzy hair, and I cringe. I don’t just pretend she isn’t there; I pretend she never existed. I’ve never had a good relationship with her, […]

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Welcome to year 2.

I don’t know what it looked like when my expression shifted, when I rounded the stairs and saw him sitting on the couches. But I felt it in my body, like weights had been released. And as the weights fell, I did too. I collapsed into his arms, crying, uncontrollably, unashamedly. He let me cry. In […]

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Eyes wide open.

He likes his mornings slow and easy — coffee and a newspaper. He likes waking up with the sun. “I like waking up when things are still quiet and everything is peaceful,” he said. “Most of the world is still asleep. I want to wake up eager for the day and eager for what’s about to happen, and […]

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Room 401.

    I guess I just woke up one day and realized I didn’t need it anymore. I found other ways to channel how I felt. I talk to people. Professionals. Friends. Family. I’m being honest and open in a physical-not-digital world sort of way. And I still write my words. Just more condensed. Sometimes even more […]

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