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Submitted to Contest #75
Numbness was a fickle thing. Some days, it would feel like the thinnest and most fragile veil, ready to tear apart and let the emotions consume me. On the rest of the days, it would be a thick, steel wall that showed no chance of reprieve. Reprieve of what? The numbness itself. On that day, the numbness was something that I invited and welcomed. It was a bliss that kept me away from the realities and cruelties of this world. But now, it has locked me away from everyone and everything else. I knew that to ask for its help would mean bein...
Submitted to Contest #70
“My name is Claire.” “Hello, Claire.” “I was a drug addict, and I’m here because I did something terrible and I want to do better.” “Would you mind telling us what you did, Claire?” Ms. Lampton smiled encouragingly. We had talked about this before. Group therapy was a place where everyone could reveal their secrets with no shame and receive support. If I wanted to start healing, I would have to open up first. A few tense moments passed as I struggled to voice out my darkest secret. “A family member died whe...
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