Emotional Health

Broken Boys

Everyone needs a hobby. I like collecting broken boys. I wouldn’t have brought it up, but once you’ve seen a pattern,...

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Some Days, I’m A Little Bit Psycho

If I suffer from another spazz-fest, I’m gonna slap myself in the face – hard. I am friggin’ sick and tired of dealing with my...

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Best Friend

Anorexia She’s there when no-one else is She’s my late night conversations when I’m too hungry to sleep She’s keeping me calm as I...

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Don’t Let Me Linger, Black

How could you forgive me if I can’t find it in my heart to forgive myself? For what, love? Oh, you know the goddamn basics, for living,...

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Post-Holiday Grief: No More Christmases

On December 3, 2015, my parents – at 73 years of age – moved to Los Angeles, from New York City. The city they had lived in,...

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Killing Myself to Sleep

I’m not complaining about being sober. The benefits of sobriety alone completely outweigh the losing prize waiting for me at the end of...

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Skinny Jeans

Don’t believe the sales girl. She’s lying. That’s what I told myself. Like my Mom, I hate shopping, but I really needed some new...

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Memoirs of a Legal Courtesan: A sex/love addict’s journey

Memoirs of a Legal Courtesan is about my zany, fun, sexy, dangerous, lonely, courageous, and painful life of longing, lust, and love. I...

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Not Your Daughter

my father never saw me smoke he didn’t see the way the clouds come out of my mouth and make beautiful shapes in the sultry sky between me...

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Make it Stop

The words are peeking in at the oddest times they want to say so much but I shelter them from eyes. I need to protect their vulnerability...

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How Do You Like Me Now?

We live in the dirty, digital age of Celebrity wannabe where everyone, including me, overshares everything. At the gym today, I was...

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Would a Broken Arm Cast a Pall on My High School Reunion?

If you had told me I’d be going to my high school reunion with a cast on my arm, I wouldn’t have believed it. After all, I was still in...

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“I Quit!”

The end of the month is crunch time for an accountant. Making sure all activity has been posted to the books; making sure all cash...

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Losing Myself to Body Shaming

My body is mine, yet everyone is so judgmental about it. But the real judge is me. I’m surrounded by people who care so much about...

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BODY / IMAG(INE) – a poem in four parts

PART ONE/ BODY She dressed Hastily Alone Averting her eyes As loose flesh rolled Over her frame   And by squeezing And shimmering Her...

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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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