*The following is an article I wrote and published last semester. It is based on a speech I gave for a university event on the power of microaggressions and how to manage them. When I was 19, the summer after my freshman year of college, I fell in love for the first time. And I … Continue reading Falling in Love With a Closet Racist
Oh, the difference pharmaceutical therapy makes... For the past month, since the semester started on the 18th of January, I've been seriously struggling, if you couldn't tell from a few EMO-tional posts (see what I did there ;D). No, but really, I was barely hanging on and questioning whether I could even make it through the … Continue reading Happy Pills
Happy Valentine's Day! I had to make sure I didn't forget to show you some love too, I mean you are kind of a major part of my life. Thank you for being the most dependable companion, and always taking care of me. Thank you for putting up with all of the crap I've hurled your way … Continue reading Dear Me,
Dear Little Girl, There is nothing wrong with you. You're just a normal little girl. I know their words may cut like knives, but know that it is okay to cry. Because they are wrong about you, and if you don't realize that now, then their words will become your own. Their voices will become … Continue reading An Open Letter to the Vulnerable Little Girls of the World…
I’m okay, but I almost wasn’t. He wouldn’t stop insisting, coercing, pushing me, I thought he was joking at first, In my own bed, in my own home, he wouldn’t listen, I said no, You’re not gonna stop are you Nervous laughter. “You’re kidding right?” It doesn’t bother me, you don’t have to stop. “I’m … Continue reading I’m okay, but I almost wasn’t
Part 1 of My Journey I am 21 years old today. At this point in my life, after over two years of therapy, I have had to revisit the early years of my life, time and time again to try and make sense of where I am now. I've spent so long being afraid to … Continue reading Early Memories
"What if the difference between not being addicted and being addicted was the difference between seeing the world as your park and seeing the world as your cage."