The Hours Nobody Sees
A monologue for the long unwatched stretch of effort, and for the person who keeps going while nobody is clapping.
Things I write about feelings I couldn't name for a long time. One feeling each.
Read more on InstagramA monologue for the long unwatched stretch of effort, and for the person who keeps going while nobody is clapping.
A monologue about the sentence someone said about you years ago, and what it turns out to say about the person who said it.
A monologue for the conversation you left unsure of your own memory, and for the people who retell a story until they believe it.
A monologue about the small question that tells you who is paying attention, and the long habit of being assumed about.
A monologue for the child who learned to be easy, and for the adult who still apologises before asking for anything.
A spoken letter to the woman who existed long before she became anyone's mother, and to the questions we only learn to ask once we are older.