My story without apologizing for bringing down the mood. A room at the Brentwood Bay Lodge & Spa without flashbacks. A wander through a Rexall without shame. A Halloween with someone without thinking “this time x years ago I was…” https://broadly.vice.com/en_us/article/extreme-self-care-for-modern-ladies?utm_source=broadlyfbuk Advertisements
When the harshness of your day catches up to youAnd stabs you through the chest, Step back from the heat. Pull together the strings that lace your Self worth together And find them intact, Unfrayed (A little frayed) But woven together by the tightest fibres; Some strands for all the nights you spent awake Devastated… Continue reading Because I felt alone once, and I don’t want her to feel more alone that necessary.
When I first stepped towards the light… That is when I first took a massive, shuddering step out of the bog of remorse and self-hatred, I lay in bed for hours. It was a Monday. I missed school that morning. I missed school that morning and I took a massive, shuddering step out of the… Continue reading Because Love.
I feel like I’m breaking up with you. I’ve been sitting on cross-legged on the floor by the wood stove, (laptop resting above my moosehide mocassins) for the last hour trying to figure out how to tell you that I’m leaving. This is kind of the last minute. My sled is packed and tied, there… Continue reading In Which Our Dubious Heroine Runs Away and Invites You To Do Her Job
The memory came back last week, and it surprised me. I was seventeen. We were just friends. One evening in his parents’ basement he slid his hand down my pants and into my underwear, and I told him “no” and “don’t” multiple times before there was enough anger in my voice to make him stop.… Continue reading Men Explain Compassion to Me
I never understood what it meant to be a woman. I hunt and knit and chop wood and wear dresses, and I’ve often felt like the traditional dividing lines between genders split me uncomfortably down the middle. Womanhood was never a thing I understood, let alone identified with. My friends were people, I was people,… Continue reading Girls Only: What’s the Password?
“This is the treason of the artist: a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain” -Ursula LeGuin “The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas” Something weird and awful. I did a pretty thorough inspection of my body after showering just now, and I’ve still got one bruise. We’re talking… Continue reading Proper Responses and Banality