Alex Schoeneman
Bio
survivor of many things. going through this thing called life and figuring myself out along the way. i'm hoping writing helps with such.
Stories (1/0)
Anxiety & Backbone
It was the night I understood why I feared the silence. Environmentally everything was calm, sure. On the inside, however, felt as if my chest had crashed and burned. It wasn't painful, no. Pain changed for me after the last throw against the wall. It would take far more to break me this time. More than a kick to the stomach at 8 months pregnant. More than the bruises echoing from my wrists and elbow. Yes, it would take much more than this to cause me any real pain. But when the silence fell across the porch and proceeded to follow me into the house I called home: I broke.
By Alex Schoeneman6 years ago in Psyche
