This post is from my newsletter that launched yesterday. Since I only announced it on Friday, I thought I’d publish the first one on my blog as well, so that you all have a chance to take a look and see if it’s something you’d be into. If not, that’s fine, I’ll still also be posting on my blog on the (somewhat) regular. This is the only other I’ll be posting a newletter to the blog though, so if you like it, make sure you subscribe.
Yesterday, while scrolling through Instagram, I saw a photo of you, and my heart stopped.
It was a group picture and you were lingering in the back, slightly out of focus, but my eyes were immediately drawn to you. Like always.
Almost five years ago to the day, we met and you got me in a tailspin. I’ve never been the same.
The friend that shines is a magical one to have.
They are the one that sparks joy immediately once they appear, greeting everyone in the room like they are the only person in there.
I stepped off the stage, forehead sweating and heart racing from the adrenaline. I felt claps on my back and muffled voices that sounded like congratulations, but it all felt distant. I did it, and I felt proud. Everyone congregated in the downstairs bar for well-earned post show drinks. All evening people had come up to me, congratulating me on a job well done.
Millie swallowed down the pill with a big gulp. She could feel the cold water trickle down her chest and land in the pit of her stomach.
“You may experience some nausea and dizziness for the first few weeks,” the doctor had said, “but that will pass. Some people experience a loss of sex drive, but symptoms are different for everyone.”
Even less of a drive than I already have? Lucky me, she had thought to herself. She turned the pill packet over and read the back: take once a day with food. She feebly picked at the sandwich she had made earlier to satiate the numb feeling in her stomach that she supposed was hunger. She barely felt the tingle of mustard on her tongue when she bit into it; nothing tasted quite like it did before.