I Needed to Write: One Year Later

I needed to write. The words were always right there, at the front of my mind and on the tip of my tongue. My friends were privy to those thoughts most of the time, but there were things I kept hidden. I needed to write. I've kept journals since the fifth grade. My aunt gave …

The Numbers Game

The number went down again and my stomach sank with it. I took a deep breath, grabbed my purse, and walked out to begin my commute to work. I stared at the elevator button, deliberately trying to shut my brain off and focus on the music streaming through my headphones instead. But it wasn't loud …