My therapist tells me to practice spelling out S-T-O-P  I-T everyday, the words that I should have yelled that day

(Assume All Trigger Warnings) Summer afternoons havealways been too salty, A kind that squeezesup your throat in a way,that it even forgets to heave the last sigh of existence. It takes me back to thatday when I first triedto run away, The day when I first heardthe sound of my heart dropping,A sound below 20hz, A sound incomprehensible by normal human …

My therapist tells me to practice spelling out S-T-O-P  I-T everyday, the words that I should have yelled that day Read More »