How could I wait while the world moved on and I was a ghost of myself— not a mother, not a daughter, not a wife?
I was all of those things. Until I wasn’t.
This is my story.
It’s a story that could’ve happened to anyone.
It’s a story too often silenced and hidden behind shuttered windows because what will people think? and no one must ever know.
But I want people to know, and I no longer worry about what people think. Because it’s a story I so badly needed to hear when I was lost in the darkness, when I believed there was no way I would ever again feel like myself.
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