Love is a fetish
Having a mental illness is often a lonely feeling. In my experience, depression, anxiety and PTSD, whether separately, or some magical bullshit combines them together into a cocktail of distinct and almost comforting isolation. I struggle with this because I find...
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I started the day like most Thursdays, excited because it was date night and a little anxious but eager to go to therapy. As I was getting my medication out for the day, I realized I wasn’t dying to get...
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The past fifteen months of my life have been a ridiculous rollercoaster. Starting in October 2017, I have had some of my lowest lows and some of my highest highs. All of them forcing me to grow and expand in...
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Saturdays are our holy day in much the same way as religious people have a sabbath. But we don’t pray like they pray. We pray with pain, pleasure, and love. Every sobbing breath from our heaving chests, as we lie...
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What did I want to do on my birthday? I want to do something that will make me feel good about myself. I want to feel sexy and beautiful and feminine.
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Seeing myself on the screen, exposed and vulnerable, I was able to gain a new perspective on my appearance. I spent days editing when I had the time, always anxious to get back to it. Almost as if I was...
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