I’m tired of this vicious internal cycle of unrealistic expectations, ultimate failure, abuse. I have the whole damn society to do that for me, and here I am, doing the work. Typical.
Living with mental illness is a struggle in every sense of the word. Not only are you dealing […]
Unfortunately, sexual assault isn’t a very rare thing.
The consensus seems to be: women are punished forever for not conforming to society’s ever-changing standards.
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.
I spend most of my time staring into other people’s windows. I imagine better versions of myself living […]
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.
If these walls could talk what would they say?
So, I am curious: when does one become a “slut”?
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.