Healing Written on Her Arms

Knowledge isn’t always enough. Knowing doesn’t mean believing; it goes against our nature. Humans like to see in order to believe. We like to see the change, touch the place that used to be sharp and feel smooth relief, and only then do we believe that we actually made it. Only then do we believe …

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Broken Presence

Picture this: a charter bus full of students flying down a highway. Harry Potter is playing in the background as everyone stares blankly at the screen. It is dusk, and the sky is painted lavender as the sun disappears behind the horizon. All is quiet, all is calm, and then there's me, crying as softly …

Blemished Beauty

Let me be the first to say: mirrors are the worst, and I have let them control me for far too long. I am a recovering vaniholic, a condition where vanity tells you how worthy you are. How loved you are. How valuable you are. I could sit here and tell you countless stories about …

A Traitor’s Heart

We all desire to be a warrior. We have grown up listening to grand stories of a passionate, loyal, and persevering fighter that is willing to be burned at the stake or ripped limb by limb for what they believe. Sure it’s gruesome (my Dad’s favorite movie is Brave Heart, so I’ve seen as much …

Bruised Joy

A smile doesn’t cut it anymore. Two words said with that same smile is yet another cut, another bruise too close to the wound that is trying to heal. “How are you doing?” “I’m okay,” I say with a reassuring smile, when the very thing I need is assurance. Assurance that this ache will subside …