Space holds so much power.
Driving down a familiar yet foreign road floods my senses with memories I’ve tried so hard to forget.
It’s visceral. Discomfort seeps into every part of my body, and there’s no escaping this experience.
Being here again demands strength I didn’t know I had. I hope that when this is over, I can look back and acknowledge that it was hard, but I survived it.
Right now, I’m just breathing through the minutes.
