I remember one day, standing in front of a judge and asking that judge, "Is there any help for me?" And the judge sentenced me to prison one more time. No one cared. No one was listening.
And it felt like a lot of people were moving on without me. It was easy at that time to feel completely alone. That was around the time that I was working at that group home for at-risk teenagers.
Larysa delivers more than just mail. She brings income and also groceries, medicines, the news and a familiar face to chat with for those living in isolation.
I realized I was walking around walking around sort of alone. It was either like I need to go deep in the pain and get drunk and get a lot more social or I need to go home.
6mo ago
Underscored — save the words that stop you in your tracks.
