365 days have never felt so daunting in my life, not that I can think of anyway. Usually I count a year’s time based on the first day I came to live on this planet, you know my birthday day. It’s a milestone that’s rough for me personally but it’s unattached to culture and traditions […]
I’m used to being told to shut up. For whatever reason I thought that standing up and stepping into “self employment” I would somehow be free from this phenomenon. It just grows. ⚠️Content Warning ⚠️ Suicidal Ideation, Inappropriate Sexual Behavior, Topics of Incest I have tried to be honest and vulnerable in hopes that in
This post won’t be pretty. I’m scared. I feel unseen, unwanted, unloved and forgotten. Despite a new community honoring me for this month, despite my therapist reminding me it’s the optimal time to fight for my dreams, I feel abandoned. I feel useless. I feel worthless. I feel weak and pathetic. I feel evil and
I like to say I’m a musician but it’s the part of me that I fear the most. I’ve struggled to understand why that is so well enough to convey to others (like my therapist or my friends to help me get through it, past it) and myself. Though a vague idea of the feeling
I signed into work this morning and within seconds I was getting a call from the HR department. They told me that because of their funds they are laying people off. I never felt comfortable at the job especially when they gave me a horrible time last year when I asked for disability accommodations and
