It’s dark for like the sixth week in a row, and I have no motivation to do anything. I didn’t even blog the last two weeks because I’ve been empty and it’s frustrating. Writing has only been coming in small burst, inconsistent and infrequent little drips and drops. It’s always raining in my head, but […]
Read more "No straight line to where I want to be."I hate this idea that you have to pick a sexuality or identity and that is what you get. Why is there this pick a color of the rainbow and stick with it rule? Like everything about us doesn’t change as we experience life. Why does identity have to be the same as it was […]
Read more "Don’t tell me what my sexuality and identity can be."I want better for myself. I think we all do. I want to hold myself to a higher standard. I have been torn for weeks finishing up this YA book I’m writing. I’ve never been happy with a YA I’ve finished before. This one is queer. It has a trans main character and a bisexual […]
Read more "Pushing for More"Maybe we have the idea of mental health all wrong. I’ve been thinking a lot about mental health recently. I read a powerful twitter thread, I can’t remember who wrote it, about how hard it is to reach out when people are at their lowest. It stuck with me, and I’ve been thinking about it […]
Read more "The Little Lies We Tell Ourselves"This is a hard one for me to write and I’m wavering before hitting publish even this morning. As I wrote last month, December is a hard month for me because of the people I’ve lost. One of them being my father. He died on December 30th. My father was an alcoholic. These memories hurt […]
Read more "Love is Complicated"The world isn’t great right now. There is tension and stress woven everywhere we look. There are days it feels like it’s a rubber band pulled too tight and it’s about to break. But I don’t want to carry those things with me into the new year. I don’t want to hold on to negative […]
Read more "New Year, New Something."Holidays are hard. Anyone who doesn’t agree with me might not have lived or loved as hard. Or maybe I was just dealt a different hand from life. The first two funerals I went to were those of my sister and father barely five months apart. There are so many of us who have lost […]
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