an open letter to men (and some women)

an open letter to men (and some women)

(disclaimer: before i post my thoughts here, I just want to make it clear that I know people mean well and are trying to help. This is an attempt to educate and shed light on an issue that might be new to me, but many people before me have been fighting for….for...
come to me

come to me

come to me and I will show you the war torn echoes of my heart my house is a wasteland of pieces leftover from fires meant to refine me nothing is tidy I left that behind a thousand years ago there is still dust hiding in the corners and crusted over dishes in the...
the shame of needing help

the shame of needing help

I applied for food assistance for the 2nd time in my life today. Somehow, the weight of that sentence feels too much to share. Too personal. As if there is shame attached to it. Or that I have failed. It’s a stigma in this country like so many other things. That...
Maybe we’re all a little mad

Maybe we’re all a little mad

  There’s something brewing in me that needs to come out. I think it’s been blocking my creativity and per usual, I’m going to work it out here in this draft box, then publish it. As I do. I was diagnosed with depression when I was seventeen....
My Love Thing Is Broken

My Love Thing Is Broken

I think after one lives a life of trauma, abuse and abject heartbreak, one’s heart just stops connecting. Call it depression or whatever, but I’ve never felt as isolated from my feeling capacity as I have been these last six months. It’s...