WR Essays

7/7/2026 My chest heaves. The air enters my lungs in deep gulps. All the denied emotions of the last year begin wracking my body. The weight of survival slowly lifts. How did I not realize? How did I not see I was in a tunnel of survival? No… I buried myself beneath the idea of survival I created. Whatever good came my way I deflected with the armor of that survival. I had stopped. Stopped caring, stopped trying, stopped putting in effort. I stopped living. It didn’t happen

6/9/2026 The trigger… It happens so quickly that it takes a moment before I realize what is happening. Then a feeling rises in my chest. What is it? It wraps around me, choking out the life that I normally feel. It feels foreign. A distant object that has forced its will upon my heart. That’s when the hole opens. An old wound that refuses to heal. It swallows all of my sanity. I take a jagged breath hoping to get a grip on the spiral I know is coming. It doesn’t help… The spi

6/8/2026 Faith… What is it? I’ve heard about it my entire life, but always in the same sentence as capital G, God. Unless you’re at karaoke and someone is a fan of George Michael. I have always rejected the idea of God, except for a brief period in my preteen years. There’s no way there’s a single all-powerful entity overseeing and planning everything for us. The idea has always been ludicrous to me. The older I grow, the more I believe this to be true. The list of bad shi