TW: inner child work; childhood neglect/abuse I slowly started to swing the door inwards, and my eyes scanned the room. There, in the far right-hand corner, sat my four-year-old self. On the floor, knees tight against her chest, underneath the window, between the...
As I walk into my bedroom, there, sitting in the middle of my bed, wrapped in a blanket, is Fia. Fia is my heart in sprite form. Fia has the Scottish meaning for fire. She can morph into any human-looking form when she chooses, and not on request, much to my...
I turned around and saw a tiny bubble dancing about a foot in front of me. The bubble was no more than a quarter inch in diameter. It looked like a regular soap bubble… clear, with an opalescent exterior. While I was in the kitchen, I had not recently been doing...
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