Image by Amelia Meman. Photo by Shanti Flagg. Inspiration to spend $25 on mermaid tail from Libby B.
I find writing to be one of the only things that really truly helps when the days get really dark. It’s been a minute since I updated here but life tends to get in the way.
What do I even want to write about? Should I write about the death of my sibling? The kind of gaping hole it has left in my & my family’s lives? Should I write about my worsening health? My experience being prescribed a very wrong psych medication? My choice to stop working to try to get better? My tumultuous & beautiful poly relationships? My decision to finally come face-to-face with my extensive histories of trauma? How hard it is to ask for help?
How do I share my life with you – whoever you are – when there’s simply too much pain to put in to words? Perhaps it would help me, and maybe you, to talk about resilience.
Continue reading “On Resilience”
This time last year I was raising funds for FORCE: The Monument Quilt through the Hike for Healing and going on a beautiful hike with incredible friends. This year I just got my very first wheelchair.
Since I can’t really hike for healing right now, someone I love suggested that I write for healing instead.
Continue reading “Write For Healing”
TW: smoking, cigarettes, drug and alcohol use, heroin, overdose
I started smoking cigarettes when I was 16. I smoked until I was 19. I quit in 2013 after I had a really bad case of the flu. I was in bed for 4 days and when I finally woke up I realized I had beaten all of the physical craving symptoms. For years afterwards I said that quitting smoking was both the hardest and the coolest thing I’d ever done.
I started smoking again about a month (or two?) ago.
Continue reading “On Smoking or “I’m So Sorry Mom.””
TW: mentions of rape, sexual violence, ptsd, police brutality.
I love trigger warnings. This is a controversial topic and I have trouble understanding why.
For those who don’t know, a trigger warning is “a statement at the start of a piece of writing, video, etc., alerting the reader or viewer to the fact that it contains potentially distressing material (often used to introduce a description of such content).”
But a quick search on urban dictionary has some pretty nasty things to say about people that need trigger warnings. Like…
- Its purpose is to warn weak minded people who are easily offended that they might find what is being posted offensive in some way due to its content, causing them to overreact or otherwise start acting like a dipshit. Popular on reddit SRS or other places that social justice warriors like to hang out.
- Trigger Warning is a disclaimer for [redacted cuz it’s too offensive] emotionally unstable people who cannot read certain words without having a self diagnosed ‘panic attack’ due to their self-diagnosed PTSD.
Continue reading “On Trigger Warnings”
This past Saturday my best friends, Reese and Chelsea got married. In the sad and hard times we find ourselves in, Saturday night will be a flame and a light in my heart and in my mind. I saw a room full of people bless a love and a relationship. I saw a room full of people uplift themselves and each others. In dark times, those moments of joy are what we live for. Those moments are why we keep living, they are what we are fighting for.
What follows is the toast I gave to two of my favorite people in the world….
Continue reading “A Toast”
TW: sexual and emotional abuse mention
I’ve always known the way I felt about girls was different from a lot of people. When I was in the 9th grade I read a book, Keeping You a Secret by Julie Ann Peters. It gave me words for what I felt, I was a lesbian. I even came out to my Mom. But for another decade I only dated men. I can’t really answer this question to myself satisfactorily. I try not to let it, but it haunts me. How many less times would I have been assaulted? How many less horrifying and terrible emotional and sexual encounters could I have avoided?
Why didn’t date women? I guess on the one hand I didn’t think I was cool or good enough. I’d never dated women so I didn’t know where to start. It didn’t help that being gay was not something you did in Fallston, Maryland, where I grew up. The very few out classmates I had suffered extreme harassment, alienation, and abuse. Maybe I was too scared to subject myself to that.
On top of that I was socialized to date men. Society showed me one way to live and one way to love, from every TV show I watched to the adults I was surrounded with to the toys I played with. We call this compulsory heterosexuality. I was socialized to prioritize the needs of men over literally everything else. Theoretically I can understand how this played out in my life – choosing to accept the advances of men, choosing to commit my time, energy and resources to them, etc.
But theory only takes you so far in life. It certainly doesn’t take you very far in understanding your own life.
Continue reading “If You’re Reading This I’m Too Gay”
TW: Death, grief, suicide mention.
I have found out that two people passed away while watching Winnie the Pooh.
I remember exactly when during the movie the news came both times. I remember the first time, in 2014, how the movie played in the background while I stared into my ex-partner’s eyes. I will never know whose face was whiter, or who cried first. All I know is that Pooh did get his honey, but I still feel pretty bad for the bees.
In 2015 I remember I was sleeping on the floor in my apartment in Lancaster. My father texted me to tell me my grandfather was dead. It is remarkable how quickly your body can go completely numb.
I don’t watch Winnie the Pooh anymore. I know where the naloxone is in my house. I am always the DD. I send people texts before I call so they know everyone is still alive. I keep a list of suicide hotline numbers saved in my bookmarks. I move through the world expecting death. What I don’t understand is how anyone else doesn’t.
Continue reading “On Grief”