Welcome, friend

It's easy to overlook how frightened you once were.


It's in the past, tucked neatly away behind every other memory both tedious, and worthwhile. You chained it up like some unwanted stepchild. You've stacked up defenses against the dark and macabre, against what once made you grip the comforter closer to the pounding in your chest, what you tried to will away by biting down on the soft tissue of your lip.

It's okay. It's understandable. It's normal.

That's why you came here isn't it? You wanted reassurance that the noises from the hall are just the house settling, just the dog screwing around with the trash, just the wind throwing around the chimes, right? Okay, we'll say it is for now...