A short poem ('scalpel') about the benefits of writing for mental health.
It's winter, we're indoors, and reading is how I survive my cabin fever symptoms. So here's my geeky review of a book you may have picked up middle school - but whatev, it's never too late to read - Philip Pullman's The Golden Compass from His Dark Materials (HDM) series.
2 summers ago, I visited the Monterrey Market in Berkeley, California. It’s a place, I think, you have to be prepared for...
After recently letting down a friend, I take it really hard on myself, something that I discuss with my therapist during our latest session.
A love letter to my first journal, and the person who gave it to me.
Note: the words here are spaced out to reflect pockets of space, time, and silence. Best rendered on desktop or tablet, but also works on a phone.
My friend and I as we laugh inside the car and clap back at wypipo trying to judge our joy, loudness, and attempts at parallel parking. Just step the fuck back, ok?
It breaks my heart whenever I hear a woman tell me she feels small...
Excerpt from Notes From Therapy | Rage
If you had to go a day without saying sorry, I think your mind would blow.
Patriarchy is often the inciting incident that flames my rage. When another human being demeans me in public or wields aggression in my direction, I am consumed...
“Your experience is not valid enough." Who’s voice is that? Who says that to you?
Lately, I've been going to a pretty amazing therapist. The conversations have felt cathartic, like I'm digging deeper into myself, my behaviors, and recurring anxieties or attacks. I learn something new every time - and actually taking notes on it, y'all!
As I sit looking at old photos, I am stricken with one in particular, a teenage girl petting a horse, her profile lit up by the glean of the sun...
For those feeling particularly plagued this holiday season by demands on time, attention, desirability, likability, and - that fickle friend - technology.
Written as part of a poetry class exercise: Imagine you are explaining a concept to someone/something who has no concept of what that concept is. I chose to explain the concept of Electronic Dance Music (EDM) to Aphrodite.
I can tell that you can tell -something is not quite right - off. I see it in your eyes, a question. My mask cracks, just for a second, but you saw through it. I know you did.
He lets me walk first up the brightly lit stairs. It is not until I reach the top and turn around that I realize he has stopped midway on the steps, smiling like a gleeful child. “God Damn.” He says. He has been staring at my ass. I laugh girlishly. Blanching. What else is a girl to do in the face of such blatant, manly ‘appreciation'...
Last night I was having a blast playing badminton with a mixed group of folks; young, old, big, small. Predominantly international and male, with a handful of female players, most of them more experienced than I. Regardless, I have been going for the past 3 weeks now, and felt my skills improving. I know how … Continue reading Badminton Fuckshit
Nah, I'm not teasing you, or trying to please you, or testing you, or making you wait. I'm just feeling you out, ok? In this world, a woman protects herself by shooting no's like arrows in order to make space for the yeses In my world, precaution is my armor and conversation my … Continue reading Online Dating