“They were the ghosts in the night, the monsters under my bed, the reason I wouldn’t open my closet in the dark.”
Twelve Years of Eyeliner
If you’re on Facebook, I am sure you’ve seen the profile Pic challenge going around, where you share your first profile pic and then your most recent. I don’t think I’m doing this right.
On Anxiety and Foreboding
when I see things coming at me that cause me to worry, I don’t see a problem in assuming they might happen the way that I fear, and making plans accordingly. After all, I’m often right, about both my worries and my hopes.
Processing My Memories and My Feelings About Them Can Take Years
All this to say, I don’t remember if I consciously quit, or if I just happened to forget that I used to keep trying. I wonder what else I’ve forgotten,
I Am Not Defined by the Shadows That Surround Me
I am not defined by what I am not. ‘I am’ is a simple and powerful statement to claim daily as I struggle to understand my identity.
Little White Lies
I did not fear the truth because of your possible reaction; I feared the truth because of my own reaction.
“You’ll feel like you’re dying, but you aren’t, until you are…”
“I don’t try to avoid the pain. I meditate on it. I notice its breadth and depth. I rewrite it by refusing to avoid the sensation by contorting my frame. I stand as strong as I can… no matter how hard this pain pushes back.”
When Pain Isn’t Harming You, But it Still Won’t Quit
“Is this what death feels like?”
Writing Through the Darkness
The weekend before Election Day, I went home for the first time in 35 years.