What kind of water is this?
It’s been 8 months, but it seems like only yesterday I was hysterically begging my body for forgiveness.

I’m sorry!
I’m sorry!
I’m sorry!

Waves crashed into my cheeks, too loud to hear me accept my own apology.

Already too exposed to hide
I had no choice but to face this flood of grief and sorrow.
Unsure if I co…read more