• 18 Years Ago Yesterday…

    I’m publishing this post today instead of yesterday because it seems apt to wait a day, and also because I didn’t notice the notification until last night. So when I was 23 years old I registered for my first WordPress.com website. I know it was called something rediculous, but whatever it was called I wish…

  • I’m Starting To See Who I am Outside of Trauma

    When I am relaxed, calm, and happy, I find that I am a more fun person to be around. But I’ve also come to rely on my own company, and because of that my isolation time is very important. I’m starting to find out that I am a person who needs creative pursuits to be…

  • Dear Freedom Fighters Around The Globe

    Right now American troops are inside Palestine. They have been for weeks. Right now US troops are participating in the genocide of the Palestinian people. All because and I quote the United States American President number 46, “Israel has a right to defend itself.” Implying that Palestine is not a state that also deserves protection.…

  • If “They Can Railroad You, If They Can Do This to An American President, What Will They Do To You?”

    Nothing you fucking idiot because none of you are in the position of stealing an entire election. Among the number of things that Donald J Trump is guilty of, the jury convicted him of 34 charges and he’s still facing another 54 more charges. 54. They are not “Railroading” anyone, they are contributing to the…

  • Set Them Boundaries, They Might Make Your Relationships Stronger

    Yesterday a neighbor asked me as I was walking through the front doors if she and I could talk. She was having a rough time but so was I. I had to stop her and tell her that right at that moment wasn’t a good time but I could talk later, and then I just…

  • Man or Bear, Yeah We’re Still Having That Conversation

    Because it’s important to understand and to remind myself, that I am not alone. It’s so weird because I felt completely alone ten years ago, without a friend in the world. I was stuck in this idea that there was something wrong with me and then I saw a video the other day that basically…

  • Pride Is Around The Corner, So This is For Those About To Come Out

    Hi. How’s it goin? When I told my mom that I was bisexual, I was thirty-eight years old. She rolled her eyes and said, “And?” She didn’t care, not because she didn’t love me, but because she’d been around enough of my friends to make sure her way of saying “I love you shut up,”…

  • If You Followed Me Here from TikTok…

    It’s because You’ve heard me say my story and you want more insight. Well, thank you for that, I appreciate your curiosity. This is a project I’ve been working on for the last five, almost six years now. During the creation of this project, Loud Mouth Brown Girl, myself, and my wheelchair-using mother were houseless…

  • Parents: If Your Kid Has Mental Health Issues…

    First and foremost, I want you to know, that it’s 99.9% not your fault. For those of you looking for help and trying to find avenues to work with your kid so they can be a happier, healthier version of themselves, it is not your fault that your kid lives with trauma. I have a…

  • Like No One Before

    I don’t want to be like the people who came before. With all due respect, their journey wasn’t mine. I have it much easier than they did and I want to honor that by recognizing it. I know that my life is easier today because I am an adult than it was when I was…

  • Okay ADHD…I’m Back

    When I was thirteen I was a patient of Doctor X who turned out to be a pedophile. I found this out after he was charged, arrested, and convicted of crimes against two of his other patients. As part of his grooming process he told me if I no longer wanted to take medication, I…

  • One Thousand One Hundred and Seventy

    Posts do not seem like a huge number to someone who isn’t a writer. However, when you consider how many words makeup one thousand, one hundred and seventy essays, I would say I’ve written about three more books on this here website. But here I am, and it’s not the number of essays that I…