My Mother Texted That I Was Locked Out, but By Morning I Had Made a Few Calls

not sustainable.

What I chose after the storm was something else entirely.

I chose to stop pretending that being needed was the same as being valued. I chose to stop confusing the ability to absorb damage with the obligation to do so. I chose to build something with my hands and my knowledge and my years of expertise that did not require me to be invisible continue reading …