It wasn’t like that soft rhythmic sound a clock makes in a silent room, a sound that can relax and sooth. This was a regular short sharp sound that played over and over again in my head counting away accomplishments or lack of accomplishments. It was a tally that I hated but seemed to have no control over. If I closed my eyes I could see each small disk being slammed against the next; a place marker keeping scoring in the game of my life.
By Shari Marshall – April 2020
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