Mum would love these rainbows.
Those dear women looked at each other for a moment, and simultaneously burst out laughing. They giggled as though this were the funniest joke they had ever heard.
I think part of my university experience has been trying to find that for myself. To have a moment of deep pride in my accomplishments.
I hated vulnerability so much, that I tried to give myself everything I could to the point of burnout.
I cannot wait to be Evee in my new life, and for Katie to be Katie in hers. I am ready for it now.
I think as a young person who has lost their mum, I am quite tired of being scared of everything.
When my Mum passed away, I willed my life to stay exactly how she left it – perfectly untouched like the crisp layer of newly fallen snow, blanketing my life. I daren’t take a step forward in fear of altering what she had left. I awkwardly lived around her belongings, preserving her life in our home.
And here we are, with a whole life in plastic bags.
I can’t help but wonder: does my memory serve me? Or, have you have been gone so long that I can barely find the memory?