My Life is in His Hands

Woman walking along the beach
Photo by Matheus Augusto Candido on Unsplash

I dig my hands into the sand and scoop up a handful of golden grittiness. As I lift them, sand begins to drain away as an hourglass drains away the time. The wind blows, gently arcing the sand away from my body and carrying it off to settle on the shore as I walk along balancing myself on the shifting foundation beneath me.

--

--

Get the Medium app

A button that says 'Download on the App Store', and if clicked it will lead you to the iOS App store
A button that says 'Get it on, Google Play', and if clicked it will lead you to the Google Play store
Julia Freeman, an anonymous survivor

Julia Freeman, an anonymous survivor

I write from my experience of being raised by a narcissist and being married to an abusive narc for over 20 years. Learningtolivefree.me