So the title kinda speaks for itself. I wrote this after my estranged mother snuck a letter to me inside a package my sister had brought to me. Friggen Apple Pay messed with the address I'd put it in and sent it to the house I'd grown up in and hadn't seen for just under a year since I'd finally asked my mother to stop contacting me. I'm sure I could write essays on how that was but I'm still raw from all the things that had surfaced now that I've finally had a chance to breathe.
The good news is, I didn't dissociate immediately through my feelings! I sat down, folded up a square of scrap paper that had been wrinkling in my journal, and slammed my feelings to the page however they landed. Whether you believe that I like the rawness of the original or you suspect I was too lazy to clean up/remake a digital version, here is the zine I made:
