Sophia “Shy”

My life used to be so full of people! Every week, sometimes several times, like clockwork, I thrust myself into the midst of the devout throng to conform and perform. Was that the price for love? It was beautiful then I thought. Now, I wonder… How beautiful was it,...
Sophia: Solitary

Sophia: Solitary

I abandoned everyone. I therefore felt abandoned. Because I was. I became solitary. Like a hermit. Solitude is lonely. It’s supposed to be. But sometimes the loneliness is felt so severely like a cold fog seeping into the marrow of your bones. But solitude and...
Sophia: Distant

Sophia: Distant

Sometimes I process things by talking about it. Or writing. Articulating it helps me know what it is. Words smith what I’m thinking into shape. One of my most common coping mechanisms is to go distant. Ever since I was a child I remember being told that. “You’re...
Sophia: Defiance

Sophia: Defiance

The lion cowers not. I came in like a lamb. I will go out like a lion. For so many years I complied. For so long I restrained myself under the constraints of the expectations and demands of others. In order to keep their peace I kept my tongue. This, I was told, this,...