*Natalia*

It was a full moon tonight. It cast its light through my open window, shining down onto me. But unlike the sun, there was no warmth–just an endless, cold pit.

I stared emptily at the sky, my whole body feeling heavier than usual as I lay curled up under my blankets. The tears had thankfully stopped, but the dry tracks on my face were uncomfortable. Every movement felt sluggish, like trying to move in slow motion.

I tried to hold onto ...