There is always a reason for exclusion
There is always a reason. There was always a reason why I’m missing from the picture. Why I am not part of it. “I thought someone else had invited you.” “I didn’t think you wanted to come.” “I was protecting you from XYZ person” “Don’t be silly, you never need an invite” There was always
They only saw the anger….
Most nights I wake up gasping. I am wheezing hard for air that is no longer left in my lungs. My eyes are wide open. But then I see the faint strip of night light coming through the curtains from my bed. Realising where I am, I slow down my breathing. I could still wake