Sometimes I Lie

by Alice Feeney

If I’m stable, I presume that means I’m not going to die. Not yet anyway; we all die in the end, I suppose. Life is more terrifying than death in my experience. There’s little point fearing something so inevitable.

The dead are not so very far away when you really need them; they’re just on the other side of an invisible wall. Grief is only ever yours and so is guilt. It’s not something you can share.

Some people appear happy on the outside and you only know they’re broken inside if you listen as well as look.