All by Abi Young

Clarity in a Storm

Today is the first day of spring. I see the perfectly serene meadow in front of me, the grass swaying gently in the breeze as sunlight glistens across the morning dew. And yet I am in a totally different ecosystem. I cannot hear the sweet chirps of the birds because my own inner monologue is shouting, screaming, shrieking thousands of different criticisms at me.