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Ghost Weeds (Reclamation)

The screen door swung shut with a muffled wooden bang, and darkness opened up behind me. The well-lit inside world disappeared as I turned...

What needs to be said

What needs to be said that you haven’t yet talked about?” the woman from hospice looked at me. I suspected I knew but remained...

An old woman survivor: my story

I reached far back under the bed and pulled the orange out into the light of the small bedroom. The mold had grown since...

Sporco

You stood there, surrounded.             Sporco.  Sporco.  Sporco. They towered above you. You (a five-year-old child) stood there, surrounded.             Sporco. Sporco.  Sporco. They (adults) towered above you, laughing. You...

Essays in search of identity after cult, abuse

Part memoir, part essay collection, Leaving Isn’t the Hardest Thing is a fearless book.

An open letter from a survivor

To other survivors: You are not alone. Not now, not ever. Crawl if you have to, but keep moving forward in the knowledge that you...

Their kind of pretty

Beautiful? Yes, I know I am. Though, it took me years to take such compliments gracefully. Not because I don’t see my own beauty; my own worth. I...

Ghost stories

There's this trick to surviving trauma. You become a ghost. If you leave your body long enough, you can't feel anything. There's no exact...

May 5th is Silence the Shame Day

May 5, 2021, is National Silence the Shame Day, a day that aims to end the stigma surrounding mental health. The hope is by...

The children

I used to hoard apples until they were rotten. Green ones, not red. They would stay in the closet until I could no longer eat them,...

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The acknowledgement

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I’m trying to be gentle with myself, but what if I never believe my body when it tells me what happened?

Have the time of your life!*

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*Common side effects may include but are not limited to: harassment, stalking, getting drugged, passing out in...

To the fathers who do not abuse their daughters

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On my street I am witness to the young men who carry the pink-flowered backpacks of little girls, who...