Buried

Stephanie Bennett-Henry – putting down roots

Stephanie Bennett-Henry

I vaguely remember the person I used to be. I know I liked her and I know she smiled a lot without needing a reason. You know the person who’s always the life of every party? That is who she was. I guess I remember her more than I care to admit most of the time. The comparison of her and who I am now feels like losing myself all over again and it hurts like hell to remember the distance of a fall like that; you can’t go back and soften the blow of a landing that ended in a crash course lesson of who you will never be again. You’ll always want to, but you learn how to settle into the cracks of who you are now, as ugly as it is, you plant yourself deep into the dirty parts and you stay there, whether you ever grow…

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