I’m no longer scared of being who I am or liking who I like. I shout it from the rooftops every chance that I get.
2018 was a great year for personal growth, the highlight being finally prioritizing my mental health and starting […]
It’s an odd thing to feel as if you’re a good friend and not see it reciprocated. Partly […]
I feel home where they are
I have lost a lot of friends in my short twenty three years. I’ve detached myself from a […]
When I was a little girl I wanted to be the princess who was chased with a fancy […]
At 25, I realize my father hasn’t met anyone of significance in my life, just these constant fictitious characters in the stories that helped me feel American.
So, I am curious: when does one become a “slut”?
I love him and everything is great. I feel safe like everything I have ever worried about no longer matters and every fear I have in life can never touch me. But I don’t want to marry him.
I couldn’t believe how healing the entire process was: the writing itself, the discussions prior to publishing, and then the conversations it allowed me to have after it was published. It felt like scrubbing myself clean after years of feeling a mix of blame and shame and disgust and numbness.