2022. the year in resistance…

I resisted death. I resisted self-harm. I resisted cigarettes (right up until the 361st day) and drugs and alcohol completely.

I resisted anger and resentment and the desire to wish harm on the people that have harmed me. Even those that did it on purpose. Even those that knew better and still did not do better. Even those who did not think I was worth doing better.

I resisted fear, even as fear made a home at the base of my spine, in the crook of my neck. I resisted love too because sometimes it asked so much of me and I did not believe I was up for the task. Who would you…