The Voice In My Head

Previously

…“Thank you,” I whispered, my voice thick with emotion, but clear and strong. “Thank you for saving my life, Mia.” There was no answer. There never would be again. But for the first time since that terrible day when my mother died, the silence didn’t feel lonely. It felt like a farewell. A beautiful, bittersweet goodbye to the part of myself that had carried me through the darkness, and a quiet hello to the self that was finally ready to walk alone. The journey ahead would be long, and undoubtedly challenging, but I would face it not as a child lost in the shadows, but as a woman who had finally found her own light. The light that Mia, in her own extraordinary way, had helped me to find.