A good world. I dragged myself here. Wounded. Bleeding. Exhausted. I’ve been afraid to start this new chapter. I’ve let the page stay blank for far too long. I was scared of what it would look like to start writing Amelia again. This changed version of me who won’t be able to keep the subtext of grief out of this new chapter. Maybe out of all the chapters after. I feel different about it now. I feel an acceptance of it. More than that, I feel ready to start. To see where it takes me, how it changes me, who I become. My life doesn’t have to be a blank page. It’s time for me to start writing my
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