
Reconnection
One morning I woke up, and my teeth were not clenched anymore. My face wasn’t twisted by nightmares. I had … Continue reading Reconnection
Healing trauma by telling the story
One morning I woke up, and my teeth were not clenched anymore. My face wasn’t twisted by nightmares. I had … Continue reading Reconnection
My father kept an old Yamaha acoustic guitar in his bedroom. Sometimes I ran my child-round fingertips over the strings … Continue reading On Father’s Day Weekend
Because trauma is of the body, it must be healed through the body. I needed a safe space where I … Continue reading Healing Through Dance
And then I went to New York. If you have been asleep, New York will slap you out of it. … Continue reading My Breakdown in a Bus Depot
Leaving an abuser can be dangerous, particularly for women. In 2017, the U.N. reported that 50,000 women are killed each … Continue reading My Escape Plan
I now saw that talking to my parents was pointless. So instead, I typed them an email. I need to … Continue reading Cutting the Cord
Libraries are not what you think. They are not havens. They are not sanctuaries of peace and learning. Each morning … Continue reading Shelving Books