Being

And then it comes, The wave.I can’t function. Im gripping the meatal railing of the roller coaster tightly, the one that the attendant instructed us to hold just before activating the ride. Nothing changes, as if life has frozeen in a singular moment of fear. An endless free fall Thoughts

My mother was diagnosed with cancer when I was nine. She fought through three rounds of the disease until the last one, when she finally raised her hands in surrender, allowing it to consume her—slowly—until it carried her beyond existence. From my perspective, this timeline began when I was nine

Maybe,just maybe,it’s meI’ve been waiting for. To stop trying to understandand start to feel.To stop offering meall kinds of wise and beautiful advicedisconnected from the realityof what I’ve been through,what I’m going through. The one who will simply listen—to the pain,to the struggle,to the tears that sometimes just won’t stop—without