Really Good, Actually

by Monica Heisey

Anyone trying to comfort me had been dealt an impossible task: too much attention and care felt like pity, not enough was proof that I was worthless and no one wanted to be around me.

You are not broken because someone tried to break you”

Try harder,” she said. “So much stuff is happening and you’re missing it.

I would feel one way for a while, and then I would feel another way, and it would never be forever, because nothing is.

I wrote my name under his and finished the muffin. Later that day I would do something else.