Emotional Health

Uncertainty, Certainly

Nothing. I know not one thing to be certain. Not one fucking thing rings true except the stories I share, and they are only my limited...

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The Beast

When the beast comes for me, sulphuric fumes slowly take over the neurons in my mind. A stealth creature, it’s prowess matched only...

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Emotional Odyssey at the Department of Motor Vehicles

I always see at least one handsome man at the DMV. It’s never one of the workers (bitter civil servants who never give you adequate...

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Women With Wings

During my routine OB appointment, my doctor mentioned that my nipple “looked a little funny.” I had noticed that too. She was fairly...

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Tinge

This, then will cure me, no, not that, an edge of knife blade, self-turned to pinch at wrist, not slice, just tip in to test resolve, not...

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Leaving My Ex Sparked Decades of Unintended Consequences

“My name is Precious, how can I help you?” “I think I need to go to your shelter,” I blurted. My daughters, still both in diapers,...

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Shameless Confessions of the Anhedonic Housewife

I. Slowly biting the corner of her lower lip Running her fingers through her long, brown hair She walked across the darkened hotel room...

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The New

There is no hurry to bring in the fury of what life will end or begin for you. The beginning will always feel so new, while the pain of...

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Sage/Slut/Phoenix

Dictionaries are filled with words used to insult women: whore, tart, and tramp, for starters. But no word equals slut for its power to...

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Thought

Thought …about what made me happy, was making me happy; makes me happy. Thought …about what made me laugh the hardest and when I...

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Time’s Signature

The words of those around me, I know, are shallow still for all their false depth of character. The words I keep from me, I know, are...

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Violated

I was 15 years old, and in 10th grade at Simi Valley High School. It was lunchtime, and the whole school was congregating in “The...

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George H.W. Bush Groped Women: Stop Blaming the Victims

Three women came forward this week with accusations that they were groped by President George H.W. Bush. According to CNN, actress Heather...

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Algorithms Of The Heart

I have a healthy heart; it beats it pumps it has yet to let me down. I know that I am fortunate because of this. But then my heart broke....

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Ghostly Streets

You stand still not knowing what to do. Waiting waiting waiting waiting For some type of sign, some Bat signal in the sky. Telling you to...

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And A Glimpse

All forms of desire that shouldn’t be desired slither into her young mind. No two thighs touching and the sighs they breath out:...

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Blindness

You wrapped up my ghosts in ziplock bags and tucked them into boxes without warning. I thought you would treat them with more respect but...

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The Fight

You wrecked the party I was having fun, we had driven for hours You played the same card as usual I was angry, your timing was dire You...

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Mr. Hamilton

He was hip. He wore crisp shirts and wide neckties. He had a Seventies mustache and Burt Reynolds hair. His right hand almost always held...

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Day 356: A Love Letter to My 30’s

You were the decade that made me a wife. Again. A better wife this time. This time I knew better than to throw the dishes against the wall....

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The Male Psyche: Trying To Not Be a Dick

So, after some serious introspection, I’m beginning to figure out a few things about myself that I need to work on. I have a tendency to...

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Grief: Whose Business is it?

“So Your Mom Died 2 Years Ago? It’s Time To Move On.” In October of 1986, when I was 11 – my mother’s father died. My...

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“I Love You, Daddy”

I admit it; it’s true. I’m far too sensitive for a grown man. At any given moment, I could easily find myself whimpering, sniffling or...

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Dear Sir

“There was a flower in her heart, it just needed more room to bloom, and when she let it free, she showed the world that sometimes...

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Chocolate Melted Hearts

I’m a rainbow sprinkles twist kind of girl, or BlackBerry Ice Cream straight from the dairy farm. So when exactly, at what precise...

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How to NOT Become an Altar Boy

Since the beginning, I can remember I’ve always hated the Church. I just could not stand it. Way before I first watched Joel Osteen and...

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