Story time! Chamber music camp!
When I was a teenager, I went to chamber music camp. No, seriously.
When I was a teenager, I went to chamber music camp. No, seriously.
For reference, this is an essay I wrote about 7 years ago, during one of my first undergraduate courses, a class on comparative literature. I can’t even remember what the prompt was, but the subject we were meant to discuss was “creation and life.” This is what 18 year old me wrote....
Just because you were a victim of narcissistic abuse does not mean that you are worthless.
Not everything is your fault.
You did it! Great job. Fucken top notch.
You are one step closer to an awesome-r life.