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To Breathe Again
TW: child abuse, sexual abuse, infant loss, self harm, suicide I’ve had to let a lot of things go – mainly people, and old versions of myself I didn’t always completely hate. When I first came out, I thought I was fully prepared to lose everything. My family, my friends, my sense of normalcy. Granted, normalcy never felt good, but it was still something I craved. I liked fitting in with the crowd I grew up in; the ease of doing whatever someone else expected removed the conundrum of making decisions.
The sun began to slip away behind the mountains, tired of her long journey across the sky. Her colors broke into a million rays as she painted her canvas brilliant shades of oranges and pinks and yellows, dancing across Anna’s retinas. Her time was running short. The lengthening shadows curled ominously across the ground, splitting the light into long lines on Anna’s scabbed and bruised skin. She adjusted her leather pack on her shoulders and began to run towards the sound of the crashing waves.