I saw a cockroach and it felt like the most terrifying thing ever.
It wasn’t particularly large, it wasn’t poisonous and it wouldn’t bite.
But I was wholeheartedly afraid.
Someone uninvited had come into my space.
Someone I so desperately wanted to leave.
But I didn’t have the courage to kick him out.
I couldn’t stop the fear.
I couldn’t stop the tears.
Even once he was gone,
I still felt broken.
Honest Twenties 