Trauma and Contemplations: YouThe beauty within me is only as deep as the mind allows and, upon further inspection, my soul is a cataclysm of blood, manic rage, and…Aug 10, 2021Aug 10, 2021
Published inInvisible IllnessWrite DrunkThere are moments when all you want to do is pour a glass of wine and lean back into your chair — decrepit, frayed at the seams over years…May 17, 2020May 17, 2020
Ashes: A Story of HeartacheI found myself tumbling in your ashes, the hazy scent of fresh balsam cascading through the air and the haunting sounds of crackling wood…Apr 11, 2020Apr 11, 2020
HomeI have a candle with the word “home” inscribed into the glass. It smells of gardenias and musk, of what I’ve always wondered what a home…Nov 3, 2019Nov 3, 2019
Death Becomes YouThere’s something about death that intrigues you, whether it’s due to its cold pallor in the dead of night or ability to resurface…Jan 25, 20191Jan 25, 20191
Published inInvisible IllnessDepression is Everything and Nothing All at OnceDepression isn’t being curled up in paisley blankets with a cool breeze gently caressing your shoulders, floral tea cups stacked on the…Mar 11, 201811Mar 11, 201811
Published inInvisible IllnessWho Am I?: An Essay Regarding Self-IdentityI never knew what it was like to be whole — someone with a complete sense of self-identity.Mar 7, 20181Mar 7, 20181
