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Dear T.I….You’re doing it wrong.
I really respected you, I even liked your music. I like the way you talk to kids about gang violence and reach out into your community to give back, but when it comes to your daughter you’re fucking up in all the wrong ways. You’ve already made it clear that you value your son’s privacy…
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I don’t need your sympathy, but empathy…well that is a different story.
When I look back at my life, I can very clearly see a girl who should by all reason, not have survived being a victim of early childhood sexual abuse. I was passed around from one pedophile to another, some gentle some not so much so, by men who should have stood up for me…
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My existence is starting to feel whole
I’ve been struggling to figure out what to write about until I realized, that my existence feels whole today. My belly is filled with yummy beef jerky and coffee – an almost disgusting enough combination to work, my home is warm and filled with the sweet scent of candle and incense, and my heart is…
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First ever #AfterAbuseChat
I came up with this idea one night when the character voices in my head wouldn’t shut up and I was high thinking of things I could do, to heal from all this darkness. I kept hearing it play over and over again, and so the next day I asked my friend Heather from Twitter…
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My humanity is at risk….and so is yours.
https://twitter.com/i/status/1192014056007356417 So I saw this video yesterday and it occurred to me…my humanity is under attack. It occurred to me in such a profound way that I cried until one am, not just for the things that I experienced as a child, but because the things I experienced as a teenager and young adult should…
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Toying with ideas
I’ve been toying with the idea of going back to school – that’s an inevitability, because everything I know about the industries I am interested in, are things I learned when I was a volunteer and subsequent employee of my last real workplace. I am no where near ready to go back into the work…
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Emerging Blogger Series: Kacha
Emerging mental health blogger Kacha for Food.for.thoughts writes about experiencing loneliness and social disconnection. Source: Emerging Blogger Series: Kacha
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My Body Remembers
Originally posted on Brave & Reckless: Originally published on Blood Into Ink my body remembers what my mind tries to forget why don’t you drive? an innocent question unexpectedly the key to locked door of memory teenager without a license forced to accept a ride I did not want my body remembers idling in the…
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I’m not sure it’s getting easier
Every time I deliver a package of love letters to a new place, I have to explain why I write them. It usually starts with…”awhile ago I was gang raped…it’s my way of undoing some of the damage.” I am not sure the letters are having the intended effect because I don’t honestly think I…
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Today is my day…
My Psychiatrist says that I am schizophrenic, that I show symptoms of dillusions, and that my memories of being raped are made up dillusions. He has given no further explanation than this, and when I press it, he doesn’t really give me an answer. I know it’s time to get a new doctor but because…
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Random Words
Listen here and listen now all who hear the call of the whispered one who bows Soulmates are we now as then All those who came before the fall When one is in need so planted is the seed Stand tall and take a bow for refusing to fall down To all those who slipped…
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The Devil is a Woman and she’s not done yet.
It’s so funny, because I am Brown, but I am not “Indian’ Brown, and those are two different kinds of brown. I’m English, Irish, Scottish, Jamaican and Gypsy, I don’t have the rich history and culture in one family strain. Our family is made up of many different cultures, where as when you are Indian,…
Loud Mouth Brown Girl 
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