Bambam stood in that room, it was day 2? 3? of her being in the hospital. Her first night in this hospital and night 1,765,658 of this insanity she had been battling. She was tired, the kind of tired that soul deep. She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt even slight semblance of normal. She had spent so long swallowing down all the venom and vitriol of others. That constant emptiness in the pit of her stomach had become a regular comapanion as well as the cold blue feeling she got from years of being forgotten.
And yet here she stood. Her choice to be here. Her head racing and empty all at once. She hadn’t truly appreciated hoe out of hand things had truly gotten until her mother Bella sat across from her and held he face with that gentle strength she had only ever felt from her mom and started to cry as she told Bambam
“I love you babygirl, I am here and I hear you” as tears began to fall down her cheeks. Bambam’s mom rarely if ever cried. That was what had brought her back into her body. Her mother then asked if she wanted to go to the hospital. Her mom admitted that she couldn’t help her and she knew that Bambam didn’t want to feel that way anymore and so on….
But all Bambam was thinking about was how she couldn’t remember anything much and her mother’s sad face. She didn’t want to see that again, she knew she didn’t want to feel this way anymore. So she agreed and 72 hours, many tears and her mother losing her shit on the psychiatrist later here she was.
Her first night in this locked ward. alone in her room at the highest ebb of the worst moment of life. Bambam raised her eyes to the ceiling and reminded herself of a joyful childhood moment and did her first cartwheel in ten years. In that moment she began her journey back to herself.
Thus began the tale of Bambam the Brave.