thoughts, ideas, & stories from myself.
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My Best Friend Was Raped
It was July of 2016. We were laying in a small canvas tent with our matching pillowcases we had tie-dyed and braided hair. She was snoring softly, I always made fun of her for that. The top of our tent was plastic so I was able to watch the stars. I always had trouble falling asleep, but I enjoyed listening to the mountain sounds. I turned towards her and watched her sleep for a moment. She went still, her snoring stopped. I thought maybe she was waking up. Instead, she let out the shrillest scream I have ever heard.
The Day I Broke Up with My Mental Illness
As a kid, I knew I was different. It started one summer when my best friend from across the street came over to play. Our days never seemed to stopped. Sprinklers under trampolines followed by pudding popsicles and frozen waffles. Slip n’ slides and wet grass and sunscreen. Endless days and sleepless nights. Summer was the best time of our lives. But not this summer. I couldn’t. My brain and body could not. I laid in my dark room for hours at a time running my hands over the silk sheets wondering what was wrong with me.