Photo by Sabin Popa on Unsplash it’s hard for me to face this feeling I have no proof for. no bruises, no nooses hanging from the...

Photo by USGS on Unsplash I am the culmination of all the people I used to be, the versions of myself that I s u r v i v e d. I am what...

It’s a foggy morning inside my head. Dew settles at the base of my skull a damp film across my dull thoughts, if I dare think any to...

I’ve always been an easy target. Naturally blonde, forever too fond, and too easily forgotten. My wings are easily clipped bones often...

If my sheets could talk, they’d be calling for a doctor. “Come give this girl a muscle relaxer. She tosses and turns like she’s lookin’...

Sometimes, I dream about what it's like to be naturally sober. I mean, sober without intent. The kind of sober you don't have to think...

“I don’t know how you do it.” “I wish I could be more like you.” “I can’t wait until I am where you are.” I have heard these things so...

Misery does not like to be lonely. Insomnia, a cousin of misery, doesn't either.