That evening, dinner fills the air with chatter, but I find it hard to focus. My thoughts keep drifting back to my father and the unresolved feelings weighing on me. After dinner, as my grandparents cleared the table, I excused myself to go to my room.
I sit on my bed, the weight of everything pressing heavily on my chest. I know I have a lot to sort through, and the fear of facing my father becomes almost paralyzing.
Later that night, I decided to try journaling, just as Dr. Williams suggested. I open my notebook and begin writing down my feelings, but the words feel inadequate. My hand shakes as I try to articulate the pain, the fear, and the anger I carry.
After a while, frustration bubbles up inside me, and I slam the notebook shut. I feel stuck in a cycle of emotion that I can't break free from. My head spins with thoughts of my father and the past, and I feel tears prick at the corners of my eyes.
