The Maid's Diary

by Loreth Anne White

Why should we always “understand” our abuser, the villains, the mendacity of evil, the people who let us down? Does understanding help us heal? I don’t think anything really heals trauma. You just find some kind of narrative to learn to cohabit with it.

My imaginary therapist was right. While I might have started this diary for one reason, it became something else entirely.

I’d call that ironic justice. Or karma. It never happened.