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Mid-Sentence Goodbyes
Writing about friends who stayed, those who left kindly, and the quiet hurt of disappearing mid-sentence.
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Living With Anxiety — A Little Bit More Than Before
Even on the days I’m not so sure — this is for the ones who think healing is loud, and for the quiet battles fought behind held breaths. Anxiety doesn’t need a reason; it just needs space to be understood.
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Backpack of Stones: Navigating Trauma and CPTSD
A deeply personal essay exploring the relentless weight of borderline personality, trauma, anxiety, and depression — and the quiet human need to be seen and understood.
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Body Remembers Trauma: Cut the Crap and Start Healing
It wasn’t funny then. It’s not funny now. The stumbles, the creepy nicknames, the touches that weren’t accidents. And that thudding in your chest? That was your body sounding the alarm. This isn’t a memory to soften — it’s a truth to name. It came back today, uninvited. But this time, I didn’t freeze. I wrote. I remembered. I cut the crap. Literally.
