This post is a follow up to The Assault. Featured image is a poem by Rupi Kaur published in Milk and Honey. It was the morning after my assault: September 1st, 2019. I couldn’t stop shaking and I felt like puking every time I thought of the events of the night before, which was constantly.Continue reading “The Aftermath”
Breathing isn’t something we normally think about, we just do it. It’s so intuitive we take it for granted—until we can’t do it anymore. Then suddenly it becomes the only thing we can think about. Just ask anyone who has ever had an asthma attack or who has almost drowned. Ask the people with coronavirusContinue reading “Breathing”
Healing from depression is a long, slow process. My depression was the result of trauma (a subject I’m saving for another post as I am not yet ready to share it), so when I sought help in December I knew I needed a therapist to help me work through what happened to me. We agreedContinue reading “Antidepressants”
What better time to write a post on loneliness than when everyone is self-isolating during the coronavirus pandemic?
Today I am celebrating the person who deserves my love most in the world, but doesn’t always get it. Myself. Some of you may know that the past few months have not been easy for me. In late November and early December I was spending entire days curled up in bed. Sleep and the YouTubeContinue reading “Valentine’s Day”