The Missing

by Kiersten Modglin

While most people try to see the positive, without my conscious effort—when faced with a situation—my mind has always gone down the rabbit hole of deception and despair.

Thankfully, im not always like this. I do my best to always think positive.

The rule of threes I knew: we could survive three minutes without oxygen, three hours without shelter from harsh weather, three days without water, three weeks without food.

He wasn’t heartless, even if he was busy. If his wife didn’t come home, he would notice.

We’d rather live with the mistakes we’ve made, shut out the things we’ve learned, the way we’ve grown, than take on the challenge of admitting our marriage sucks, or our friend is toxic, or our relationship with our parents isn’t healthy.

So, we ignore the voice, ignore the feeling in our gut that grows stronger every day, and we pretend that life is so much longer than it is and that we’ll get more chances for better days.

My husband didn’t love me. Not like he should. He tolerated me, sure.

People only want you to be humble so they can make sure you don’t shine.”

“You weren’t selfish. You were human. People are allowed to feel disappointment, anger… It’s normal.

So, stop. Stop with the poor pitiful us talk. You’re allowed to be mad. You’re allowed to be sad. But you’re not allowed to give up.