The Girl Who Has It Together
I stiffened in anticipation of the tidal wave of judgment that was sure to wash over me, but it never came.
My Body Remembers
The pain I feel is big and intertwined tightly with shame, guilt, and rage.
Eating Disorder Recovery: The Beautiful Part of Falling
What I have done throughout my recovery is not only find a way for me to have a better relationship with food—although that is a major part of the process—but to also see the roots beneath the tree of my disorder, helping me to unveil the bigger picture.
From the Psych Unit to Becoming a Therapist
I had to accept the fact that my body needed some help to make it livable.
Carrying the Weight of My Skin
There is a myriad of battles fought in the minds of those who wake up every day wearing dark brown skin in a world where the less melanin you have, the more freedom you may enjoy.
Love Is Not One Thing but It Can Often Be Found in Everything
Our ideas of what love looks like and can look like are far from stagnant. They grow, they adapt, they evolve.
883 Days
I was in therapy for fifteen weeks, called the crisis line six times, and made one attempt to stop the pain. But these numbers are not the ones that define my experience.
1 in 5
People are dying and mental illness is wearing a bright red dress, laughing the loudest, hoping there will be a day when someone asks it to sit down.
Reclaiming Ownership of My Story
Your brain has learned to equate yelling with violence, and your body has been trained to put up all defenses at the slightest sign of a raised voice, especially if that raised voice is paired with physical movement or close proximity.
Happy for a Sad Person
I tell myself to first hold out my open palms for the little joys in life, then to seek them out, knowing I need them.
Relentlessly in Pursuit of Joy
I will keep gratitude journals, I will surround myself with inspirational quotes, I’ll decorate my body with meaningful tattoos... I will do whatever it takes to find joy.
A New List
Today I thought about the ways I could kill myself. A mental list formed in my mind.
