Dismissed For Lacking A Degree, I Let My Life Speak For Itself – The Archivist

of therapy, of learning to trust again, of slowly building a sense of self-worth from rubble.

I thought about Elliot, taking me in without hesitation. Teaching me. Protecting me. Believing in me when I didn’t believe in myself.

And I thought about my mother, who’d had eighteen years to reach out. Eighteen years to apologize. Eighteen years to be a mother,continue reading …