My name is Erica…and I have a confession to make.
If I’ve learned anything in the past couple years, it’s that sometimes, writing is the only way to soothe the pain that sits in my heart…unattended. When I write it out…I feel a little less chained to it.
So when I say sometimes it’s hard for me to see others happy, I mean it in the social way. Let me explain. The last movie date I had…was with my mom. And the one before that…was with my sister. I spend most of my weekends either sitting with a complete stranger at work, or watching the time painfully tick forward. Forward into…what? Sometimes nothing.