If I Had A Daughter

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

Re-Writing My Future: Thoughts From A Recently Diagnosed Musician By Amanda Roswick

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

Safe Space for Kenyana R

TW: sexual assault, suicide Over the past several years, Kenyana R has been working to recover from the trauma she endured while she was in an abusive relationship. She initially moved to New York City to escape from said relationship. However, since moving there, she has suffered more unrelenting trauma and abuse. In August of… Continue reading Safe Space for Kenyana R

Becoming Unemployable: What My Resume Would Say If It Were Honest

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

I don’t have a therapist. Here is a poem.

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.

Searching in Familiar Places

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

Fundraiser by Sequioa Huff

TW: Rape, Stalking Sequioa Huff, 19, of Atlanta, GA was raped on May 13th of this year. Fortunately, she was able to go the hospital to get a forensic exam directly after the attack. She then reported the crime to the Clayton County Sheriff’s Department where she disclosed all evidence she had, including pictures of… Continue reading Fundraiser by Sequioa Huff

Fundraiser for Brooklyn Summers

TW: Transphobia, Sexual assault, PTSD Brooklyn Summers is a black transgender woman and survivor of sexual assault from North Hollywood, Florida. After being diagnosed with PTSD, she was admitted to a mental hospital due to continuous intense nightmares about the torment she suffered the night of her assault. When she could no longer stay at… Continue reading Fundraiser for Brooklyn Summers

Justice for Lily

TW: Sexual assault, severe trauma, pedophilia This month as I searched for a survivor's fundraiser to feature here, I found a story that is as heinous as it is infuriating, which is why I find it incredibly important to talk about. The following post details the account of a child survivor of rape as well… Continue reading Justice for Lily

Dear Loyalist by Amanda Roswick

You believe him. Why wouldn’t you - when he serves you the whole world on a silver platter? But be warned - Your euphoria is an illusion It will soon be your head he serves on that silver platter And when that happens, Those that once bore the weight of his world will still be… Continue reading Dear Loyalist by Amanda Roswick