I grew up in a very toxic household. It functioned as an unstable, precarious world that demanded I do everything possible to please, to squeeze myself into a little box, … Continue reading Translating Trauma to Heal
Tag: Writing
Why I Write
Since the age of thirteen, writing has been the best way I’ve ever known to understand the world around me. My compulsive need to write is a topic I’ve thought … Continue reading Why I Write
A Constant Communicator in Every Possible Way
As a child, and even through my adult life, I vividly remember how my father would chide me in his playful way about how I always strived to communicate. During … Continue reading A Constant Communicator in Every Possible Way
Hate’s Unfortunate Effects on Society
Lately, my thoughts have been gravitating with persistent alarm to the culture of hate that continues to blossom further and further in America. This terrible mindset steadily creeps along, extending … Continue reading Hate’s Unfortunate Effects on Society
Hope Shining Through the Darkness
Now that 2022 has concluded, a year of immense political complexities and hateful strife looming from the last presidential administration, I feel the need to look forward with a sense … Continue reading Hope Shining Through the Darkness
Devising My Personal Legacy
The older that I become, the more reflective I am about where I fit into the world and the potential imprint I could feasibly leave behind. While I realize this … Continue reading Devising My Personal Legacy
A Grateful Nod to Empathy
As a writer, I tend to examine topics that deeply matter to me in exhaustive detail, often considering multiple vantage points. To some people, that course amounts to overthinking and … Continue reading A Grateful Nod to Empathy
My Freedom to Believe
For the last few years, I’ve felt nothing less than pure terror. There are many reasons for this endless fear. Witnessing America’s horrific movement toward fascism is one source of … Continue reading My Freedom to Believe
Secondary and Scared
Because I’m a writer, I feel much more comfortable adopting the role of an observer. In fact, I prefer to watch the world around me from a distance, thoughtfully considering … Continue reading Secondary and Scared
Life’s Already Difficult Without Intolerance
Because I’m a writer, I often feel better able to express my thoughts by typing each word, meticulously refining and polishing every sentence, rather than articulating these ideas in a … Continue reading Life’s Already Difficult Without Intolerance
The Delicate Balance Between Freedom and Disengagement (with Hope for a Better Future)
As a child, I used to look forward to adulthood with an intense eagerness, a time when I could be in total charge of myself and my life. The limitations … Continue reading The Delicate Balance Between Freedom and Disengagement (with Hope for a Better Future)
Writing as Therapy for My Fears
I am a fearful, anxious person. Fright drives me in everything that I do. It’s a constant presence, no matter how calm I might look on the outside. The only way I can dominate this ever-present uneasiness, productively confronting its terrible intrusion, is to write.