Floating on negative waves; without a paddle. Passing days, trapped within your leaky boat Trying to plug each hole, of this sinking ship. Yet, you keep adding to the flooding waters, with every defeatist word. Angry waves crash into this boat of complaining bitterness. Threatening to hurl us, in the black abyss of your burning ...

I’ve written about self-care before. As somebody who deals with their mental health daily, without some form of self-care, I’d be more of a mess than I already am. Self-care can take a variety of forms and it is not one size fits all. We are all different in our needs and what makes us ...

Am I pretty enough yet? To make you love me, To crave me, To want me as badly as I wanted you. I fixed everything, inside and out. I scrubbed at the deepest parts of my soul until they came out shiny, pleasant and new. Those ugly things, I buried deep down for you.   ...

Recently I was asked to give an example of a loss of innocence in my personal life. As I reflected on what to share, I couldn’t help but think of all the different times in my life that chipped away at my childhood. There was one episode that stuck out above the others. I was ...

I understand that yesterday was steep; so is today, so will tomorrow be.

I was suffering from the curse of a blinking cursor while trying to write a story for a contest designed to celebrate people with disabilities who write fantasy. I was even excited to see that the characters did not necessarily have to have a disability themselves, just the author of the piece. I shot down ...

Winter is here, and, like it or not, so are the holidays that I try my best not to think about the rest of the year. This will be my third fatherless Christmas season. I think missing him gets hardest on November 1st and stays that way until December 26th. The only thing worse than ...

Dear 17-year-old Jordan, I won’t ask how you’re doing right now. 16 was an awkward year for us, so I already know the answer. I know that it seems like life is out to get you. I wish I could promise that the next four years are so much easier. I can’t. But I can ...

It’s easy for someone to forget that I’m not okay. I am good at putting on the ‘okay’ face and pretending that my heart isn’t still horribly mangled from losing my dad. It isn’t something I bring up meeting new people because I don’t want to be the “sad kid.” When someone makes an insensitive ...