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"And when the sun rises we are afraid it might not remain when the sun sets we are afraid it might not rise in the morning when our stomachs are full we are afraid of indigestion when our stomachs are empty we are afraid we may never eat again when we are loved we are afraid love will vanish when we are alone we are afraid love will never return and when we speak we are afraid our words will not be heard nor welcomed but when we are silent we are still afraid
So is it better to speak remembering we were never meant to survive."
— Andre Lorde, A Litany for Survival
2021.
"Davina?"
Silence.
"Davina? Are you with me?"
Her head snapped towards the voice. She sighed as she brought her hands up to rub her temples.
"Ah, shit, I—I did it again," she propped herself up, straightening her back and making direct eye contact with the licensed woman in front of her, "Yes, I'm with you. What was the question?"
"I asked you if the medication is still working for you," Michelle reiterated, "Is it?"
The question hung in the air.
"You should tell her." An all-too familiar voice spoke. Davina's gaze averted towards the sound of the voice.
She watched as the chair only inches away from her psychiatrist began to spin agonizingly slow, revealing the girl that Davina had known since 3rd grade.
