The Voice in My Head
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Last updated almost 3 years ago
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People say grief is like the ocean — that it comes in waves. But waves is too soft of a description. It feels more like lightning. Sometimes, I’ll be driving somewhere and suddenly be struck, crying on my way to the grocery. Grief splits you open. I swear you spend your whole life trying to sew yourself back up.

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“Yeah, I recruited her,” Pat would deadpan. “She wasn’t very good.” She had one drill in practice that she named after me. “This is a Holly day!” she’d yell. Everyone would line up and run suicides, while I had to make 10 layups in a row, sprinting from one end of the court to the other. I was notorious for missing layups because I was too fast — I’d run full speed and my momentum would carry me too far under the basket. I’d make eight in a row and then miss. Every single one of us would have to start over again. It was brutal. She was brutal.