I Sleep with a Photo of My Little One.
While I take responsibility for the events leading to that moment, that invasion is where I am stuck. Stuck because it led to my little baby without a dad.
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My Rapist Died This Morning.
My rape wasn’t the violent stranger rape that so many women are subjected to. I knew my rapist and I know I walked into that room with him.
How My Safety Net Became My Worst Enemy.
You’re going to have to look for a new safety net, because as being stoned is already part of your daily routine, it’s not going to be able to help you escape your anxiety anymore.
An Open Letter to Big Pharma: On Dependency, Accountability and Stepping Up.
I blindly accepted the pills, grateful for the ride to be over. I was unaware that a new, horrifying ride was on its way.
Learning to Be Well: Detecting and Dismantling Fear-Based Manipulation.
Anansi and the Maroon and indigenous dwellers of the jungle had indirectly taught me that my 'primitive brain' and instinctual self, contrary to popular Western belief, were not ruled by fear and existential angst.