separations

It's hard to write these days. It's hard to make a sound. I try to speak, but nothing comes out. It feels like no one sees the silent world I live in. Most days it still feels like the safest place to be--eyes cast aside, hands clasped tightly and not making a sound. But the …

magazine stories

Sometimes, when writing feels too hard and talking is absolutely out of the question, I'll cut words and pictures out of magazines and turn them into a story. Here's one from awhile ago (it still feels so relevant to today):

not mine

It's hard to talk. It hurts to breathe. It feels like I have to choose between saying things and breathing. I'm uncertain I can do both. Everything feels too hard and so unfair. I feel desperate and cannot seem to grasp and hold on to any one thought for too long. I feel extremely impatient, …

an uninvited guest (that I finally invited)

I have a problem. And if I'm being totally honest, I would have to say that I don't just have one problem, but more like a herd of them. It's definitely some giant obstacles preventing me from getting places sometimes. I'm referring to elephants. In particular, the elephants that often join me in my therapy …