
Clara Lieu
I feel invisible and ignored.
Broken and battered.
Tired.
Make it through November and December will be easier, I whisper to no one in particular.
Four more days and November will be over. The month has been too long. Too hard. It feels as though a part of me has been erased away and I am left as a smudge of who I used to be.
I am so close to being done.
The promise to remain feels especially hard these last few days of November.