Trigger Warning: sexual assault, rape, abuse, trauma, ptsd --- When the thing drowning out this world’s usual noise is the sound of thousands upon thousands of women fiercely admitting, yeah, #metoo, it gets harder to piece the words together, harder to separate memories of abuse from what’s happening right now. I’ve been crawling through the … Continue reading No, I Don’t Believe You
These are starting to feel more and more like confessions. When I open my laptop to begin writing, I am frantic, short of breath. I don’t write because I want to anymore. I do it because I have to. The things inside of me are building pressure, building pressure, building pressure until there is no … Continue reading a confessional
We both met as so many of us do in the Bible Belt, hiding in the corners of a church get-together. I still remember what you were wearing, the blue white and yellow flowery dress white high heels an uncertain smile. You told me hello and I sighed with relief, happy the burden of … Continue reading Dear Old Friend
At a young age, I realized most people in very conservative circles think of feminists and women's rights advocates as baby-killing, loud, destined-for-hell type of people. I was taught abortions are murder and anyone who believes in a woman's right to choose might as well be a murderer too. To many, grey areas do not … Continue reading How Planned Parenthood Fights for Women, and Why We Must Fight for Planned Parenthood
I'm in that coffee shop I can't seem to leave, suffocating on the air I swear is thicker today, and applying for disability services with my college. There's a sad song playing in my headphones and I'm trying to hold back the tears, even though I know it's not really about me. Right? Can anyone else confirm … Continue reading surviving
I will never, for as long as I live, be able to get this image out of my head. Of course, I've tried. When this picture first emerged and stunned the world into grief, I skipped the shot glass and drank tequila straight out of the bottle. And, I suppose, it would be easier now … Continue reading you are not without a choice
A long time ago, I used to pray to the God of Christians and ask what it was I wasn't getting through my sick head. Was I not faithful enough? Was I harboring some secret sin I needed to confess to someone? My entire life, I had been told Jesus loves to heal the sick, … Continue reading preaching to the choir
