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She saw herself as the moonlight’s friend, the Sun’s foe. In the Goddess Selene’s presence she could do no harm. Although nighttime is when her dreams come alive and she lies awake with nausea and ever-looming anxiety, she feels powerful. 

She takes three Tylenols, one melatonin, and lets the night unfold itself before her. She grips the pen fiercely, an archer’s last arrow; 

Allows her tired eyes to wander to her phone and wonder why she can’t be making millions on TikTok, too. The Tylenol does nothing, and the discomfort continues: 

sits in the pit of her stomach like a captive dragon, waiting for release. I scream inside myself so loud I think they might hear…SHE might hear: 

the girl sitting on her bed in the moonlight, nauseous, waiting. I am screaming at her to get up, go write something, anything…meaningful. 

Because she knows that’s her only medicine.