Still Awake

Confessions

I forgave my mother because the family wanted me to

But I haven’t forgiven her. I don’t think I’m supposed to.

Confessions

I have eleven friends and none of them know me

The real version of me is typing this at 2am in a dark room.

Confessions

I didn’t leave for a better job

Everyone thinks I left because I got a better offer.

Confessions

My therapist said I was too much

The one person who was supposed to hold space for me.

Confessions

I still check his Instagram every night

It’s been two years. He doesn’t even post anymore.

Manifesto

Why Still Awake Exists

This is not a blog. This is a room with the lights off and the door open.