Griefs tendrils have coiled around my body with no regard for my life, goals or daily schedule. Despite the bright eyes of my child bearing witness to my demise, who I know I love most of anyone dead or alive, I recently was forced to very publicly attempt to be (and fail constantly at being) … Continue reading For Mothers Who Grieve
I struggled with authority figures my entire life. It wasn’t uncommon that I came out of my mouth to anyone. I did what I wanted, I didn’t do what I didn’t want to do, and I followed my life path with reckless abandon. My big head—full of the gift you’re given as a teenager, all … Continue reading Poverty: A Tale of Grief and Coping
There is a force unrivaled in social media. The validity of your relationships, the quality of your life, and the sheer recognition of your existence lies solely on your internet presence. In the palm of our hands lies instant gratification at best, and the source of our despair at its worst. Both venerable and oppressive, … Continue reading The Courage It Takes
Girl friendships should be so sacred. It is so hard to admit you're happy to be a girl, that you like pink, that you like Chipotle, that you might be a little basic. We've been conditioned to abandon what makes us pointedly women, if we dare demand attention for more than our looks. Drop your … Continue reading The Pigmentation of Isolation
Content warning: sexual abuse, physical abuse, self harm, violence I became familiar with the concept of trauma bonds at the age of 8 years old, and they became a reoccurring theme in my life by 20. In my childhood, there was a man in my life who had access to me in the mornings. He … Continue reading All is Fair in Love and Trauma Bonds
June is the intersectional month of my dreams. For one, Pride. I still fantasize about the day Facebook will reinstate my pride reacts so that I can emote exclusively in 'gay woman'. Two: Loving day, where the Supreme Court only 52 years ago decided interracial marriage was legal (Fun Fact: Alabama didn't legalize interracial marriage … Continue reading Say It Loud: It’s Juneteenth, and I’m Proud!
Sometimes, the traditions we are raised with are toxicity under the guise of "family values". Consequently, I was no more than 11 when I started feeling a residual discomfort around my family. I cannot shake the cacophony of snickers hailing from the kitchen table on hot Thomasville days: "She don't even comb that baby's hair. … Continue reading Values Rewritten for the Working Class Family