In the spring of 2026, I had a flash marriage. It didn't rain on the wedding day.
Everyone said it was a match made in heaven. I didn't speak, I just thought of myself a year ago - lying in a rented house, unable to tell the difference between day and night, betrayed by my partner, ignored by my boyfriend, stabbed in the back by my so-called sister, and my weight dropped to ninety pounds.
Later someone asked me how I got better. I can't tell. It's not that I met anyone, it was me who fished myself out of the mud first.
This is not a story of salvation. This is a story that crawled out on its own.
