His & Hers

by Alice Feeney

Sometimes I think I am the unreliable narrator of my own life. Sometimes I think we all are.

Sometimes I find the only way to ease the worst forms of pain is to damage myself in a different way. Distract my attention from the things that can and will break me. A little hurt to help me heal.

I think when we finally get what we think we want, it loses its value. It’s the secret nobody ever shares, because if they did, we would all stop trying.