Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
I must see California before I die. This is not an option for myself. I would walk the 3000 miles upon nails and razors only to see the sign that will probably read, “Welcome to the State of California” If that is even what it says. I imagine the sign Read more
I can go get art etched into my skin. I can change my exterior, greatly and forever transform me, in only hours. And that feels like power. When you live your whole life with a pain that aches deep and hollow in your chest…When your stomach clenches and turns in stabbing pains from anxieties out of your control…When the pain is inside, incurable, persistent and strong, you either fall apart…
1976. I am 6 I have 2 mothers, 2 fathers, 3 sisters. Bernadette is my fairy godmother mom, my nanny during the day. She loves me like she loves her own children, Laure, Valérie, and Géraldine. I love them like I belong with them. They belong with me. We are Read more
Excerpt from the book “Evergreen” Ted had kind eyes, celeste blue, clear, honest and true. The kind of eyes that really look at you passing no judgment. Smiling eyes that hold your gaze when you look into them. They weren’t bitter; there was no resentment, only sweet sorrow. His eyes Read more
Caveat: Please understand that delusional thought processes are SYMPTOMS of mental illness. I feel compassion, even as I feel pain and anger as someone negatively affected by parental delusional thoughts. I, too, have experienced delusional thoughts and bizarre impulses. I’m heir to familial mental illness. I get it. I write Read more
Dear Mom and Dad, My requests are short and simple. I will not ask much of you. You can start by giving your 100% full undivided attention to this piece of paper you are reading. So, first, you can start by sending me off just the way you remember me Read more
I started writing an article about being too quick to medicate children. I often wonder about the damage done to my developing mind from all the medications given to me as a child (some prescribed for me some for my mother). I find myself questioning how much of my anxiety Read more
There’s a rhythmic booming sound It’s a fist banging against at a door while someone cowers in the corner of the room on the other side Hoping the lock will hold as the wood shivers with the pounding… No, he assures me, it’s just some hammering or someone on the Read more