I ate secrets. Binged with no purge. I ate them and smiled as my stomach cramped and my heart burned. I got scared and called Poison Control. They asked what I had eaten and I couldn’t tell them secrets so I told them the next closest thing: poison. They said…

When I was molested at 8 years old by my older brother, my mother fought tooth and nail to get him out of the house. She advocated for me with passion. She stood by me as my brother initially denied the claims and made me out to be a liar…

Anne Rice died today and I can’t help but think that this is one more piece of my mother gone from me. I remember reading Lasher over a decade ago and my mother and I discussing it and being mesmerized by the rich history and dynamics she created between a…

There’s this feeling I have that if I don’t tell this story soon, it will kill me. I feel the words catching in my throat, building up strength to strangle me. I feel them winding around my heart, squeezing. Despite the impending doom, I am faced with a major dilemma…

My mom died on July 18, 2021. I’ve been in a weird in-between state, half awake and half-sleep. I wanted to post on social media a funny experience I had with my sons but I could not bring myself to share it. I cannot share the few glimpses of light…

**Trigger Warning: The following contains mentions of physical and sexual abuse, suicide, and mental illness. Be advised*** Every time I swallow his name without revealing his identity when I speak on my past, the poison becomes a little more potent and I kill myself to protect a person who violated…

*****Disclaimer: I am not a mental health professional or expert.***** I was an adult when I received formal diagnoses, but the truth was I had suffered from anxiety all my life and depression and PTSD since I was 8 years old. After a particularly rough pregnancy with my third son…