At Dinner My Father Asked About A Monthly Allowance I Never Received And The Truth Fell Silent Across The Room

I sat on a plush couch and began the slow work of unlearning the survival habits that had kept me functioning. I learned that chronic exhaustion had started to feel safe because it gave me a task to complete. Grief just asks you to sit with it, and sitting still had become unfamiliar.

I finished my RN-to-BSN bridge program without collapsing once.

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