my nails are chewed down to the quick, but i am clawing my way out
of darkness, and of overwhelming light
it seems like i’m not moving until i look back.
By Bry LeBerthon
“. . . waiting . . .”
Fiction. Based on a True Moment I Wished Would Pass.
by Gracie
This journal entry is inspired by true events. Some of the characters, names, businesses, incidents, and certain locations and events have been fictionalized for dramatic purposes. Any similarity to the name, character or history of any person is entirely coincidental and unintentional.
Trigger Warning: our program often motivates people to discuss their trauma. If you find yourself feeling overwhelmed, please, take a step back to address emotional flashbacks and trauma before continuing to push yourself. If you are experiencing a medical emergency, call 911 or the National Suicide Hotline at (1-800) 273-8255.
Tapping your
feet or fingers.
Playing with
your hair,
your phone,
the hole in your jeans.
Your body
moving and
trying to
‘shake it off.’
The click of
a pen.
The thumping
of your shoes.
The ticking
of a clock on a wall.
A gun
waiting for
its trigger
to go off.
And you’re
the target.
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