Through the Valley of My Shadow

When Samantha moves through the dark, it isn’t empty—it’s crowded.

Not with ghosts, but with selves.

The calm one that smiles and survives.

The furious one that remembers everything.

The hungry one that bargains.

The broken one that still bleeds in secret.

They don’t take turns. They layer.

They whisper over her thoughts like static, pulling her toward choices she swears she didn’t make.

And the worst part isn’t hearing them.

It’s realizing they’ve learned how to sound like her—

so perfectly that even Samantha can’t tell where she ends… and they begin.