Addi,
I know I said I was done. I had nothing to say to you anymore, all of that little dramatic fit I had threw.
I'm still writing because Dr.Tal said that in order for me to progress further in therapy I'll need to take a few steps back first.
The nightmares are the steps back.
I'm not ready for them or prepared in anyway.
I hate that I remember you in such a horrific way and that's all I can see when I try to sleep at night.
But these nights will pass and soon I'll see you how you're meant to be seen. I won't see you as Addi, my dead sister. I'll see you as Harper Addison, my little sister.
Mark Isaiah
YOU ARE READING
letters to a ghost
Short Storyabout a boy who writes to his little sister every day until friday ⚠️ this book deals with the following: -death -grieving -depression -loss - slight PTSD & night terrors -& survivors guilt it's purpose is to show the process in which mark excep...
