Making friends with Monsters
Reading Time: 4 minutes The Monster that told me that I could never write because I was dyslexic. The Monster that told me that I was ugly and not wanted. There are a plethora more, but each time one crawls or slithers out of the shadows I no longer coil myself in the fetal position under my covers. I illuminate my light on them by saying “Hello Monster, I know you!! Come on out from under the bed, you don’t need to live under there anymore.”
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