For the short moment that I died, everything felt right for the first time.
The blank space, the freedom to float, unbothered, not hearing the sickening voice of people's judgements about your new dress or new hairdo.
What I loved most was;
I wouldn't go back. I simply can't.
I was free and detached from the world. There wasn't any college to return to, wondering how I was going to scrape by life walking people's dogs, speaking temporary positive affirmations over myself in the morning only to curled up by my bedside at night and soaking the sheets with my tears.
I enjoyed this empty void.
I needed it.
A small spark ignited in my chest.
Once...
Twice....
Thrice....
I begin to hear muffled overlapping voices.
The thought of me not being here alone scared me; deeply. And as the fear finally settled in....
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My Breath
SpiritualAfter emerging from a two-month coma, a resilient young woman confronts the repercussions of her past decisions, determined to forge a path towards redemption and a brighter future. This gripping tale weaves faith, hope, and the strength to overcome...
