I'd be tempted to keep her from society. Not for myself, but to protect her soul. To shield her from the poison that exists in the sharp teeth of the monsters who slither around and feast on angelic beings. Imagine if there was a way to assure that she would remain unscathed, unviolated, unscarred, unburdened … Continue reading If I Had A Daughter
The greatly anticipated results of the Medium Writers Challenge were finally announced last week, and they seemed to stir quite a bit of controversy. The drama of it all has been relatively entertaining. Unfortunately, I was not the finalist nor one of the honorable mentions. Although I didn’t expect to win, I couldn’t help the… Continue reading Roxane Gay Could Have Read My Essay
Initially, I responded to my EDS and Pots Diagnoses with relief. Many blood tests had come back normal, so I felt validated when something was actually wrong. Today, though, I hit a huge wall of realization that, although it doesn't mean my life will be cut short, it will impact my quality of life and… Continue reading Re-Writing My Future: Thoughts From A Recently Diagnosed Musician By Amanda Roswick
TW: Sexual violence Those of you who have been following my blog since it began are most likely familiar with my story. If you haven't already, you can read more about my creation of this blog here. This week, I was given the opportunity to publish another bio onto a publication on Medium. At first,… Continue reading More About Me: My Writing Journey
If there’s one thing I’m sure of in this world, it is that I can form an immediate connection to any person who’s ever worked in customer service or retail. When people like us happen to cross paths and engage in conversation, we are overcome with a warm, almost nurturing sensation from the acceptance to… Continue reading Becoming Unemployable: What My Resume Would Say If It Were Honest
Everyone says therapy is necessary after trauma. I agree but it's not as simple as it sounds. Therapy is not gossiping with your friends or venting to your family. It can feel that way eventually. But therapy is work. Therapy is a mirror. Therapy is difficult often. I run from things that are difficult and… Continue reading I don’t have a therapist. Here is a poem.
There is a tickle between my toes with every searing step I take along the exfoliant sand as I'm drawn toward the shore. Could that be her slim silhouette in the distance? The sand turns compact and cool. I leave an imprint that pools with brisk ocean. Icy waves shock my ankles as they billow… Continue reading Searching in Familiar Places
Hello, friends! Recently, things have been quieter around here in terms of consistent posts, so I wanted to take the opportunity to address it. The months of June and July have been quite turbulent and unpredictable for me and many of the people around me. My boyfriend and I have been traveling back and forth… Continue reading July Update: Buy Me A Coffee!
TW: LGBTQIA+ Suicide, Homophobia Happy Pride Month! It thrills me to see so many out and proud members of the LGBTQIA+ community posting pictures and writings about their journeys. It is inspiring to see more and more people speak up every year. Society has slowly and recently progressed to more acceptance of non-heterosexual people, which… Continue reading Not Everyone Can Reveal Their Pride
A fresh page in a new journal, I want to fill in the blanks with the thoughts you inspire. A best friend, A romance, A release. I'll look at you and feel sunshine golden warmth and hellfire red sins. You ask for my words so I don’t have to wonder if you want them each… Continue reading Day Dream Carried Away