Preface

Preface

It’s not something you’re born for. It’s not something your parents dream up as they coo each other to sleep at night, envisioning your life unfurling in front of them like ribbons. It’s what happens when things have gone wrong. When the possible event that you assure yourself you’re not expecting, even though really it has been considered several thousand times, happens and you finally realize that it’s not something you can run from.

It’s not something you’re born for. It’s something that just becomes. Unfurls itself like ribbons around you.
On the good days those ribbons can seem more like satin bits to tie back the springy curls of young girls’ hairs, and less like the rough and chafing cords they actually are.

But most days, you just sit in a corner and cry. Because you’re tied. You know you are, and you know you always have been. You like to imagine that there is a way out, but you haven’t found one yet.