Dichotomy Of My Identity: I Am A Survivor

Pain is an inexplicable thing. Not physical pain. Pain, that has sprawled itself like the mythological 3-headed dog deep in the recesses of our mind palaces. It lolls around idly, bobbing its treble heads in unison, in that vast expanse on most days. Snaking its way to spaces it’s forbidden to enter. Peeping into unnumbered …