• Take 5 Minutes with Me And Relax…Then Let’s Kick Some Ass

    You know all that bullshit that we used to be told about the apocalypse? I realized that the word Apocolypse doesn’t actually mean “End of the world” the way people say it does. It actually means “Change”. What?! I know. The word itself means CHANGE. Everything is changing. The older generations are dying out and…

  • It Doesn’t Matter That I Wasn’t Born in Gaza…What Matters Is What I Do For The Folks Who Were

    My best friend was born in the Middle East. From her birthplace, she traveled to the UAE, where she eventually made her way to Canada, just in time to be my friend, before I ended up without a place to live. When I was houseless, I called her to say “I can’t, I’m done, I’m…

  • From One #MentalHealth Community Member To Another, Thank You For Working on Your Shit

    Yup! If you are working on your shit, going to counseling, changing your behavior, and learning from those around you, I absolutely soulute you. Soulute you, because from one scarred soul to another, I see the work you’re putting into the world, and it’s inspiring me to keep going. Right now as I write this,…

  • Medical Gaslighting Is A Thing, And Yes We’re Talking About It, But We’re Hearing From “Experts” not Expert Patients…And That’s A Problem

    Long head title, but fucking worth it, because it’s absolutely true. Women have been talking about the pain and sorrow, shame, and anxiety, that comes with period pain since the beginning of time. And since the beginning of time Doctors – in particular – have told us that we’re too fat, that we’re crazy, that…

  • Is it Still Christmas, If You’re Not in The Church?

    I’m struggling this year. Beyond being houseless, and my best friend’s entire nation being at war, which are huge things mind you, I am struggling even more, because I don’t really want to celebrate Christmas. Don’t get me wrong, it was my idea to get a tree, and it was my idea to have friends…

  • 8 Years Ago I Was Shunned By My Church Community

    For years when I was in the church all I wanted was to escape. I joined the last church group we were at because I was offered a cleaning job and I needed to do something to build up my resume. So I took it, and for years I did the work I felt I…

  • It Was Quiet…Too Quiet

    It was so quiet this year. Yes, people were protesting in the streets by the thousands, but mostly it was quiet. No riots, no people screaming in the streets over yet another dead Black person. It was quieter this year than it’s been in years. And then the world imploded, and Israel went to war…

  • So We Had People Over, And The House Didn’t Burn Down

    I can’t tell you the last time I gently and willingly allowed people into my home, without freaking out that it’s such a huge mess they’re going to have me dragged away. I mean yes we cleaned this morning and took out the garbage and stuff, but the point is, that the house was already…

  • No More Backpeddeling

    I am moving forward, even on days when it doesn’t feel like I am moving forward. I can hear some people in the audience whispering “Lucky, I wish I could too,” I understand how that feels. I’m not sure what “Moving forward” looks like. I’m stuck, in this beautiful place where the only requirements are…

  • Why Independent News Sources Are Important To Your Mental Health

    Yesterday I read Al-Quds newspaper for the first time. It’s in Arabic so it needs to be translated, which means that we lose some of the story behind the words of the writers, but the reason that it’s important is because it’s Arabic news, that is telling the world what is happening, from the Arabic…

  • Understanding Anxiety

    Almost seven years ago I lost my shit, went crazy, and told my story that detailed decades of abuse at the hands of grown men who pretended to be bikers, so I would be too afraid to speak up. When I did speak up, it was the bikers I was terrified of, who gave me…

  • I Am Aiming for Independence

    My whole life I’ve done what I was told. By my parents, by men, boys, girls, everyone who pointed at me and said “This is who are you to me,” was right because I never ever, tried to break the mold. Whatever other people wanted me to be, I was, because I didn’t know how…