Loneliness — She felt a type of loneliness as a middle-aged woman with no prospects and a disillusioned career. Where almost all of her oldest friends had all partnered off and had children. They’re enveloped in a life she can barely fathom. She remembers her childhood — volatile, painful, yet moments of…

Sexualized from birth, it seems — Most of the men I’ve had sex with, I’ve dissociated throughout the whole experience. Sure, I put on some sort of performance, but I largely wasn’t present. The man with whom I had a sexual and trusting relationship for the last four years, I didn’t dissociate with. I was present…

I spent time crafting 100 reasons why I loved him, and he got me an orthopedic knee pillow…for Christmas. — I was 29 years old and strapped for cash. Living in Los Angeles and suffering from a spine disease that racked up quite a mountain of medical debt, buying Christmas presents wasn’t exactly high up on my list. Instead, I decided to make gifts for the people closest to me…

Silently Together —

Maybe You Crave It, Too — I crave the kind of connection where you’re giddy to see the other person — romantic or platonic, but especially platonic. That kind of friendship and love that propels you to move forward with good intentions and someone’s secrets sloshing around in your mouth. Never spilling over. I crave connection…

Living With Anorexia, Trauma, and Grief — I’m starving. The deep, cavernous hole in the pit of my stomach and my soul are crying out to be filled. To be full, a feeling that has not been felt in years; something so incredibly foreign, I may as well take my passport and embark upon a solo trip. …

Never To Return Again — I’ve never been someone who loves their body. In fact, the pieces of me I liked—no wait, truly loved—have always been my thick eyebrows with their natural curve, and my belly button. So when I looked down and realized my belly button had changed, that how I knew it to…

Pushing back against anorexia —

It is everything and nothing — ‘Trauma’ is such a broad word. It doesn’t fully capture the depth of what your mind and your body are experiencing. Yet, it encapsulates all of it in one palatable buzzword. It doesn’t allow for the bleeding of your soul from the massiveness of your experience, of the event(s). It…