
Mourning
The first thing it makes space for is sorrow. As the rage and terror ebb away, the grief can overwhelm … Continue reading Mourning
The first thing it makes space for is sorrow. As the rage and terror ebb away, the grief can overwhelm … Continue reading Mourning
It took me two years. Healing from abuse, finding the confidence to believe that you are capable of leaving—it takes … Continue reading Breaking Away
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
A few months before my graduation, I came home after classes one day to find my parents in the living … Continue reading The Beginning of the End
I begin to have panic attacks in the dance studio. I have been dancing for seven years, but now, suddenly, … Continue reading After the Assault
I had a best friend a few years back. A straight guy. Which maybe should have tipped me off. But … Continue reading When a City Reminds You of Those You’ve Lost
Despite what popular sitcoms and rom-coms would have us believe, friends are not resource bases for us to cull from. … Continue reading What Friends Are For
For me, the loss of my faith was much like gaining it. Something outside my control, like a storm blowing … Continue reading Losing Faith
behind drawn curtains it’s so much easier to simply say you are confused. As a matter of belief. A white … Continue reading Recap of 2013 in Poetry
Is our capacity to endure grief fixed at birth–like temperament? Is it a limited resource? Or is it a skill? … Continue reading Falling into Loss