Kat-Lyn D.

I gasped for air. I couldn’t breathe. My face flushed as I struggled to inhale. I lay on my back with his hands wrapped around my throat, tears pouring out of my eyes. He was straddled on top of me, shaking me by my neck, hatred in his eyes. I clawed at his hands, hoping he would free me but to no avail. This time, he would kill me. “If… I… can’t… have you…” His voice trailed off as I slipped into unconsciousness. I lay there, unresponsive. Not breathing.

In an effort to get myself writing on a daily basis again, I have decided to write in spite of the negativity I’m facing right now.   For years I have been searching for ‘the right time’ to write: I didn’t want to focus too much on writing when I was underemployed after my college graduation. I was focusing on my photography and trying to start a life where I could raise my kids comfortably.   There is no guarantee of ‘making it’ in any field, so I would focus my attention on being able to provide first, write after.