My Diagnosis + Liberation (Or: The Diagnosis of Liberation)

My Diagnosis + Liberation (Or: The Diagnosis of Liberation)

I’ve always known I’m different. As a young girl, I sought refuge in the forest, talking to trees, creeks, fairies. I lived within a rich world, teeming with imagination so tangible, I could touch it. Taste it. Feel it. Like magic, stories flowed out my fingers into...
This is Not Your Average Break-Up Letter

This is Not Your Average Break-Up Letter

Dearest You,It’s been awhile since we’ve talked. Really talked. I wish we could sit in that café where we shared a loveseat; I rested my head upon your wide shoulders and you slowly inhaled the scent of my hair, kissing the top of my head. Or we could meet in my car...