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.
“I guess I come back to you in my mind when I do feel “crazy.” Crazy for being nostalgic over a bad friend, for me being a bad friend, and for our messed up friendship.”
There’s a certain feeling that my close friends give me: Serenity. Ease of mind. Peace. Days, weeks, maybe […]
“It sounds like this has been quite traumatic for you,” I can’t describe the relief I felt as […]
I wish to engulf the world in flames, let the embers scar each second in time. For my […]
I think I am an outlier when I say that I loved high school. I really and sincerely […]
I tend to be a pretty nostalgic person. Nostalgia brings up feelings that make me sick to my […]
Not BEST friends (I already have some) but you know, mates..? “Hey, do you want to catch up […]
My heart is so full. I sit here in bed staring at my walls, surrounded by images of […]
I’m the aggressive feminist friend. It’s a label I am still learning to wear proudly. I have to […]
