Dear Reader, I think I'm going to stop writing. Trust me when I say I never thought I’d say those words. The thought first passed through my mind on Sunday when I was rereading the last thing I wrote: an epitaph of sorts for a friendship that is no longer. Looking through it from a... Continue Reading →
Of the Moments Between Tranquility and Trauma
If the trauma moments lasted days long, it would be different. That would be Hell. But they don’t. It’s not a constant carousel of corruption, not like the movies where the protagonist spends the whole of the 24-hour day span in her room, on her bed—or under it—trying to hide from the memories and triggers.... Continue Reading →