Time To File

It’s time to file.

Paperwork. Evidence. Witnesses.

Federal? State? County?

It’s overwhelming.

I am drowning in documents. The mountain ahead makes me nauseous.

Each form feels like a battle. Each page a reminder of everything I’ve lost.

The most painful part? I’m alone.

I’ve isolated myself into near non-existence.

I am exposed. I am vulnerable. An easy target.

And yet—I have to move.

I have to push the pain aside and file.

File like my life depends on it.

File like justice is still possible.

File until the silence breaks.

This is a filing frenzy born of desperation—

Because I am desperate to be heard.