The Louisa Series
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I Only Have Horrible Things To Say To You
You needed someone to blame for the horrible things that happened to us and you picked me. I was getting so close to feeling pity. So close to thinking ‘she’s a bitch, but it’s justified’. So close to not lugging around this rage every day. And then you go and do it again. (For context,…
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Over My Dead Body
On the anger that’s eating me alive. This is part three in the Louisa series, find them all here. Maybe this is the end. Maybe my body really can’t handle any of this anymore. And I shall begin to waste away from the inside out, as I continue to reverberate this rage back into my…
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If I Wasn’t Sure Then, I Am Sure Now.
How do I outgrow her trauma? This is part 2 of a series, find all parts here. Louisa invited me to her baby shower as a peace offering. Perhaps feeling guilty for all the pain she’d put me through over the last six months, perhaps to shut my mother up, perhaps as a trick. But…
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To The Person Who Hates Me The Most
In your vengeance lies mine. I woke up to yet another Facebook announcement that should have been communicated in person and I think I might just be angry enough this time to finally share something of significance here. I have a sibling. Lucky me. We shall call her Louisa. And there will be many parts…
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The Summer Before She Got Sectioned
And all the things I didn’t do. This is part four of the Louisa series, find all parts here. I had not one, but two dreams about Louisa last night. I think our souls are trying to work this mess out in our sleep. An intervention perhaps. I’m sure I don’t need to tell you…