January’s Little Cousin—Why February is the Worst Month (for Me)
The body may keep the score, but it's the brain that remembers what day it is.
What I Hope 2023 Will Look Like
Writing is an opaque and misunderstood art form. If one hears “content creator,” they may not consider a writer to be one (most writers may not identify as one, either). But writing is in fact, content creation.
The Disenfranchisement of the Hyper-Independent
I seem fearless to everyone around me. Whenever someone asks why or how I would do the thing that they would or could not, my answer is one of two things. It’s either that it doesn’t occur to me that I can’t or that I don’t have a choice.
The Other Side of Infidelity Isn’t the Betrayed Partner—It’s the Extramarital One
Is it such an awful situation that we don’t even have a word for someone like me? Or are we so blind to the full scope of infidelity that we are not willing to consider that I, too, am a betrayed partner?
When Truth Holds You Hostage
But on the other days, the ones I can push through, the healed (or healing) part of me asks “Why don’t others believe they deserve me? Why do they fear what they want?”
The Tetris Effect and Trauma
The purpose of Tetris is to achieve it, clearing lines, creating more space. ...The strongest lesson it imparts is that you plan for Tetris, but let go of it, too.
How Heartbreak Helped Me Recognize and Process My Internalized Biphobia
I first had an inkling I wasn’t straight when I was 11 or 12. I was fascinated with certain actresses in a different way than…
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Open Letter to Wade Robson: No, I Don’t Hate You.
If you believe that someone like me hates you, you have a poor grasp of what "hate" is. Hate is the opposite of love. Hate…
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For Valentine’s Day, I Found Out I Might Have a Stalker
He didn't touch me. He didn't argue when I cut him off. He stopped when I told him to and left me alone. But he…
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Trauma Doesn’t Have a Timeline
My first memory isn't of snuggles and the unmistakable scent of Mom. I don't remember vague warblings of lullabies. Later, in my early childhood years, I can…
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