{Trigger Warnings: Self-hate, negative thoughts and dialogues invalidating feelings, gaslighting, mourning on a dead parent, destructive mother-daughter dynamic, and emotional crisis} Pepa sat at the foot of her bed staring from the window. The cloud above her seemed to grow without her noticing and turning darker. As a pulse of pain came through she groaned stretching her neck to the other side but that made it worse and spread to her back she laid back waiting for the pain to subside. She lay there for hours through what felt like a few minutes. Why does this always happen to me? she thought lying there with this cloud, "I wish it would go away!" I ended up screaming covering my mouth my breathing tightened slightly uncomfortable by the pain rising in my chest. I got up slowly trudging to the door and messaging my temples. I opened my door, and Mamá was outside my door "Pepa, your cloud why are you in a bad mood lately you have nothing to be anxious about calm down!" Mamá huffed scolding me. I bit my lip trying to be as respectful as possible "Mamá I don't want to calm down just leave me alone please" I uttered. "Get rid of that cloud Pepa now your ruining the weather for everyone!" she yelled back, I jerked back from the noise trying to hold back tears but they'd drop down my cheeks embarrassed I wiped them "Pepa stop that you'll make it rain!" she yelled grabbing my hand from my face. "You too sensitive!" she shouted in frustration. I pulled my hand from her grip my chest getting heavier, and a headache sprang up, which made my tears worse. The cloud above me grew and rained down fiercely "Pepa calm down. this how the hurricane on your wedding day started!" Mamá yelled over the rain I ran down the stairs my vision blurring and shaking fading in and out, with ringing in my ears. Just like my wedding day
