A letter to my sister, Abigail
I want you to imagine something for me. I want you to imagine a girl, scared of everything and everyone. Terrified of doing or saying the wrong things because of an incident that happened she was a child. Expectations run high for this girl and because of the incident, it has paralyzed the girl. She can barely think straight without seeing people’s disappointed faces. It kills her slowly, every day. It’s non-stop. She barely has anyone in the beginning and those who have stuck around are rapidly dwindling.
Imagine it, Abigail.