Dear Ana

by I.I.E.

“I’d give anything to know what it’s like to wake up and feel rested. To wake up and not think again? I have to do this all again? To wake up and not have to walk on eggshells around my own mind. To wake up and feel like I’m not just surviving, but living.”

“I’m sorry your ears stayed open for everyone’s words, despite no one ever taking a second to hear yours,” he said softly. “But maybe talking wasn’t the problem. Maybe it was the people you were choosing to listen.”