December 22nd, 2025

I whispered to myself
In the crisp March air
“I’m free” through a smile
Pretending not to care
Meeting new people
Buried in distractions
Filling my life to the brim
Only delayed my reaction
Exposure therapy to start
Facing uncomfortable situations
Working on my impulses
And leaving room for interpretation
Between ChatGPT and my therapist
Then my love of writing
Working through the layers
With thoughts and actions uniting
I never finished what I started
Not wanting to face my feelings
But avoidance isn’t a solution
If I want to start healing