It feels like mere moments since we lost my mother, but something engulfing has surfaced and refused to be quieted. I am no longer content with a head full of hopes and dreams. I am no longer content with waiting for the moments to define my character. I am no longer content with what was said to have been my best.
I've been numb... guarded... cut off at the neck and just wandering. I promised myself I wouldn't fall into that trap, her trap, anymore. I'm a liar. I can't be that anymore.