Michaela Kozlik
Illinois therapist

Sometimes I imagine there's a museum somewhere, filled with all the words we never said. Your words are there too – preserved like...

When I ask you to tell me what hurts, I mean the kind of hurt that lives in the spaces between words. The hurt you've learned to carry so...

There you are again - that familiar tightness between my ribs, the weight that speaks of all the rooms within myself I've been afraid to...