Finding Myself
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The loud noise starts inside me, and like a missile, it heads straight toward my little children. My chest fills with air and exhales screams of desperation and frustration. For silly reasons — playing with my plant’s dirt, not staying quiet when I say so — my rage ignites.When I…
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Water
I almost didn’t make it today. The first sign that I’m sinking too deep into my thoughts is that I stop drinking water. I’m not…
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BaiHui
This morning, like any other morning, I woke up to the sounds of my kids getting off the bed, jumping on my stomach, on my…
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Motivation
Or lack thereof. I set a personal goal to write something—anything—every week. I’ve failed. Writing is not easy. I always thought writers were like magicians,…
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Anger
Burns. As usual, I don’t remember many details clearly. It was a normal school day. My sister and I used to go to school to…
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