Jaida Williams
Joined October 2018
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freelance writer
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The Fragility of Loneliness
A ruinous place. Unable to be named. The silent persecution inside, persisted in the form of mental torture; the daily routine of mirror goading. A dark place. Sitting in a room at night, feeling eternity. Invisible. Being in a setting, yet unseen. It’s like navigation upon a path without any guidance. When will it end? You are meant to suffer it tells one. Alone.
By Jaida Williams4 years ago in Confessions
Invisibility
Weight. I had never realized how ponderous it could embellish into, until, at the progeny, my father became absent. It drub, as if a non-predicted storm launched to the beaches of my heart. Full force, a missile destroyed the trust I had within my biological father figure.
By Jaida Williams4 years ago in Families
