She fought hard and persevered through it. She didn’t give up and neither should they, no matter what it is that they’re faced with. There is always a way through. Always.
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She fought hard and persevered through it. She didn’t give up and neither should they, no matter what it is that they’re faced with. There is always a way through. Always.
It seems that they fell for a specific woman and went with it, as opposed to finding themselves questioning their sexuality before that. I merely found myself on a lesbian dating site and set up a profile without really consciously thinking about it.
The nurse in charge says, “this isn’t you”. I am relief. Someone can see I am possessed by a madness I cannot control. They are going to help me.
Capturing a moment infested with doubt that it would grow. & I think about my mother, finding her way from tradition.
I wish I could call her something different. The word “mother” leaves me crippled with cynicism. It’s nasty, the way it spits out of the mouth- clipped, sharp, bitter.