One morning I woke up and was surprised to find myself in a body of a woman.
The Power Within You
Homecoming
…And I Hate My Body A Little More
The most powerful thing you can do
Lungs: The Organ of Grief and the Corona Virus
Cancer and The Prayer Warriors
A Story of Tongues and Knives
Objects Don't Have Names
“You are a Survivor, My Darling:” The messiness of Healing after Sexual Abuse
I’ve never had a chance to experience what “healthy” is. I’ve been adapting and then re-adapting again and again to external trauma for my whole life until I’m like this knotted up old tree. The hardest thing for assault survivors like me is making the decision everyday – on a daily fucking basis – to strive towards healthy sexuality.
Same Time Next Week
Every week, without fail, her therapist would ask her the same questions, and again without fail, Emilia would sit there and avoid taking any actual steps towards a resolution. Not that she didn't want to get better, but the fear she had when she approached those memories, those feelings, was just too much. She preferred the isolation of separating herself from that which made her human.
Sympathy for the Devil
Psychology of a Haircut
Life in a Torn Photograph
These Days I Don't Write Poems Anymore
Limitless
I Am Not Okay
How Many Licks Does it Take to Get to 100 Calories?
I am 21. Impulsive, reckless, young, and the epitome of self sabotage. People often tell me, “You don’t know. You have no clue what the real world is like yet.” Maybe they’re right. Maybe I don’t, but I definitely know enough. All I have ever needed to know. I know this world wants to see me wither away, the embers of my soul burned to ash, into nothingness, just like me.