I had to face that my broken relationship with eating ultimately mirrored a broken relationship with myself
She moved through her days as though he was background in her story
I want to believe she wasn’t being cruel, but on some level, she felt this kind of hatred was trivial or acceptable
I felt hunted by him, but legally, his routine was treated as a hobby, like birdwatching
Expansion doesn’t have to be sure or aware of itself
I only wanted to be asked how I felt, how I wanted to approach my treatment
I don’t know if unseen toxicities caused her cancer, but I can’t pull myself away from the question
ICE regularly detains people in these very hallways, often violently separating children from their parents
The moment changed us without our understanding why
Before my daughter’s surgery, I wanted to make the right choice
For my whole life, people have seemed too fleshy. I don’t understand how they can feel so deeply
How do I make it into story, this unraveling mind, while I’m still disappearing in front of it?
Thank You!