The wreckage of her soul is poetic. Her verses cascade from her eyes in iambic pentameter. Her survival is a fiery resilience, that engulfs her parchment; each page set aflame and extinguished in her storm. There is beauty in how she rises from her ruins, in the midst of her own destruction. Advertisements
On days like this, I am the house and the ghost, responsible for my own haunting. My brain is a revolver with, “Am I good enough?” in every chamber. So I turn into a factory that only makes the word “yes” and I say it until I can easily Mistake it for the truth, but […]
I’ve learned that no matter how good things are externally, there will always be an internal fight for people like me. The wonder of the darkness is that it comes with an equivalent light. Unfortunately, it’s impossible to determine which will be dominant in our lives or for how long. You’re not alone.
April is Sexual Assault Awareness Month and I’m going to tell my story. If you have been sexually assaulted and you need a friend, I’m just one click away. There are many resources available and before I begin, I feel I should share a few: – RAINN (Rape, Abuse, and Incest National Network) – National […]
I just typed three pages on my computer. Each page is filled with words, detailing the birth of my most dangerous demons. It is brutal and heartbreaking. It is raw and honest. I have never opened up this part of my past this way for anyone. I have been under the care of mental health […]