Tell Me What You Did

by Carter Wilson

You worry you’re not good enough, that you don’t deserve to have something, and because you don’t believe in yourself, you end up losing the very thing you’re convinced you never deserved to have. You know?”

See, that’s the thing about trauma. You never get to quit it. You never get to walk away from it and rediscover the innocence and joy you felt just before The Thing happened. It’s just always there, an unwashable stain that you eventually grow to live with because you have no other choice.

The things that happened will always have happened, and that’s just that.

It’s what my mom would have called a ripper—a book so thrilling, you’re nearly ripping the pages off as you turn them.

We never really know how others view us, but the one certain thing is that it’s rarely how we expect.

“Happiness is a choice,” Alice says. “You decide what makes you happy and pursue it, rather than waiting for it to announce itself.”