Emotional Health

Five Year Gap

Five-year gap It could have been ten, I was so young then Just sixteen, you were just ‘old’ Policing my youth, like you always knew...

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Laughing with the Sinners: My Life as a Jehovah’s Witness

By the world’s standards, I was a good kid: I didn’t smoke, I didn’t drink, I didn’t do drugs, and I didn’t get into trouble with...

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Free Bird

He had already locked the front door so she couldn’t escape, couldn’t open her cage. Perhaps he uttered a prayer to whomever murderers...

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Garden Of Solitude

I was always choosing between a relationship and my cherished and essential alonement my connection to Self denied for dozens of...

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A Woman’s Choice

But in just a few seconds, the test showed positive. Yes, I was pregnant. I called my mother at once and told her everything. Fortunately,...

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Shelter

This is my muted voice. This is a language of my own choosing. The kind that pulls me away from people and erects walls in the vacuum of...

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It’s JUST a Measurement

If we allow the weight of that emotional baggage to tie us to that measurement, then it can do damage, then it means something, then it can...

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Apathy

Turning in on itself, turning out reflecting images of men, transforming into disgust.

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The Burdens Of Childhood You Can’t Outgrow

As a small child, I tentatively reached my feet toward the floor apprehensive of the crevice, the mere inches where darkness bleeds...

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Faggot

The raw emotions continue to be painful. I’m still spazzing. I’m still distraught. I’m still frantic and furious. I’m working hard...

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Sanity

When the silence starts to scream, when the pain starts to demand, I search for a crowd, one that can distract the deafening silence.

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The Perils of the Business World

I touched upon my entire anatomy of silver ribbons and glittering intentions and deep black tar of unidentifiable insecurity without first...

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Skipping Rocks

The most beautiful moment I had in college (aside from the day I bought myself a vibrator or learned to make poached eggs) was when I went...

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Why Can’t I Look Like Stevie Nicks?

Still, I believed I needed to look good to be happy. I worked out like crazy and tried to hide my bad teeth, which had been further damaged...

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I, Prey

He smiles, kissing her many scars, dark eyes paying them homage. Making different memories, she prays for acceptance. That she will not...

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I Was a Fearless Little Girl

I’ll never know if my mother thought that she might have had a cross dressing pre-teen son, or maybe she just thought that I was just a...

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Never Heard From You Again

Once he was gone... once my world came to a screeching HALT... you were gone with everyone else - and it was silent.

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Becoming Violet

There is a number, a precise hour, minute, second between the sun's revolving door and the moon's sparkly shine when the world grows quiet...

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Isn’t That What Friends Are For?

Decades ago, when I was in elementary school, I did have a few genuine friends. However, the so-called cool kids swiftly kicked us to the...

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Whirlpools and Windmills: I Choose the Present

I can be like a boat passing by and flowing onward or get mired in it trying to make it what it is not, and whirl around and around...

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Definitions

I think my love language is all of you it does not even exist to write it down. I do not know how I function with my guts pulled apart by...

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Running For My Life

I couldn't sleep anyway There was nothing else to do with my rage and sorrow no one believed me - everyone hid in the shadows of shame I...

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My Father’s Advocate: Aging Parents and the Impact of Positive Medical Planning

“What I’m saying is, you could drop dead at any moment.” Blunt, direct and impatient, my father’s cardiologist meant what he said....

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When Words Fell

Verse gleaming bright, imbued with might

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Reclaiming History

Men’s words cannot define you anymore. Once, you may have let others tear you apart only to strike the final mutinous blow...

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Flora and Fauna

I break character through dynamic vocals and stray fingertips. The beach looks like me, sometimes: grainy, abundance of free speech,...

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