A Woman's Love Story

At this time, I am in the darkest moment of my life so far. My mind and body were tortured by emotional cancer, and pills and tears could never wash away the clusters of grief, despair, and humiliation that surrounded me at all times and were real but could never be seen. . . In despair, I stretched out my hand with the last bit of my exhausted strength, longing for words to give me a glimmer of mercy and salvation. I swallowed my tears and wrote down the darkest moments of my life. I am the sum of my past memories. The people I have met and the things I have experienced have shaped who I am at this moment. I am confused, confused, humiliated, and broken. My soul is like an autumn leaf, cut to pieces by the wind and falling in all directions. I have eyes that pursue the truth, and my burned wounds are exposed, longing for a pair of hands to embrace me. I hope that words can spell it out for me piece by piece, with my own hands. I write this article to record a clichéd story with some weirdness in the life of an ordinary woman. -September 2024