My mother always told me that taking care of myself was important. I remember this as I stare up at the ceiling from the bed I have been laying in for five days straight. I don’t want to get up. I’m hurt, tired, ugly– but my mother’s words echo through my brain: “Take time every … Continue reading Self-Care


“How are you?”

Three simple words that never fail to inject bullets into my gut. They are always countered with “good,” and a smile that I hope isn’t too obviously forced. But, the bullets whirl around inside of me pounding away at the top of my throat, begging me to be released. I swallow them back down into … Continue reading “How are you?”