Trauma is a narcissistic being
Happy Birthday Mom,
Three poems for you.
Rosewater The room is on fire So it is my heart Waiting for the right way to die Love is slippery As if I'm trying to catch a cloud My hair was stripped from my skull Like a baptism or an exorcism I'm becoming a new woman after the eclipse I'll be unique, pristine, I'll [...]
The dichotomy in which many of us have been moving for a few months has led me to question the simple fact of being. But what is it? Is it a physical act, an idea, an emotion? My existence is crafted by my thoughts and actions, and how these affect the natural order of things. [...]
After my dad died, my world crumbled. It was the first time that I recognised a depressive episode, although, I didn't know that I was experiencing one. My will to live to the fullest disappeared. I come from a family deconstructed by a severe history of domestic violence and a lack of emotional connection. We [...]