Psychology and English Writing double major at Kean U
1 Thessalonians 4:3-8
Leaving my old writing up to go back sometimes and see how God's changed me to be better.
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A New Voice
Sometimes a voice wants to find itself without looking in the mirror. I was like that once. I felt like my voice had been stolen from me– a few times, in fact– because I refused to look at it in the mirror or acknowledge its semi-tragic existence. Around me there were other voices and I shopped around a bit. Peering through the handprint-plastered windows, I tried to adopt the voices I saw around me because I refused to look at how broken mine was.
Door. Doors. Door.
I was looking through some old work recently, and found a few short stories I wrote in high school. I didn't really edit them that much, so if there are any errors, that's why, but this story was definitely interesting to me. Looking back, this story really speaks a lot to where I was in my healing journey from the traumas I've experinced. I kept getting back up and essentially turning on myself, my only true friend at the time, because other people kept putting poisoning thoughts into my head. So, without further ado, here it is: