an open letter to the one known as -L-
You'll never be one of them. They don't want you.
If they knew about you - if they ALL knew about you - you wouldn't ever be allowed near them or their children again.
Your wife didn't fix you, your degree didn't fix you, and Evergreen didn't fix you.
They won't fix you, L. You're not broken.
They won't straight you, L. You're bent.
Don't opt for chemo. You don't need medicine. You need The Cure.
You've spent decades trying to pretend you don't need it but you know you do.
Your soul knows what you need.
And as long as you keep dismissing your soul...
...you'll never be whole.