My Brother Locked Us In The Cellar To Force A Signature But Grandma Knew The Secret Hidden In The Wall

feeling the old hot shame when I say no to something unreasonable. Trauma is repetitive. Healing is repetitive too. You do not arrive at freedom once. You practice it until your body stops asking whether there will be punishment for it.

There are mornings when I wake up tense, hearing Victor’s voice through the cellar door with a specificity I did continue reading …