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What I Did on my Summer Vacation
So as you all know, recently I was houseless. Yup. I wasn’t living on the street, but. Iand my wheelchair-bound mother was very close. It took us a long while to find a place and during that time I was accepting and asking for, donations to help us get through. Here are some photos I…
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Why Do Adults Love Roller Coasters? Controlled Chaos
Everyone who loves roller coasters loves controlled chaos. They may not know it, but that’s the truth. We love knowing that we’re mostly safe, but it still feels scary. I grew up in a chaotic environment. When my mom was around things were peaceful and I was safe, but when she was gone, the shadow…
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What Does Mental Health Look Like For Women of Color In BC?
I’m not going to lie, it’s fucking ugly. All of the major panic attacks I’ve already written about, happened after I realized something incredibly traumatic, something so traumatic that it scared me to my soul. You already know the story. Gang rape. Cult Rape. Keith Rainier. Instead of believing me, people – read cops and…
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Revolutionary Acts of Healing
Fundamentalist Christianity, Cultism, and Gangs are all three major things that hate this world, that I have survived. Whether you believe me or not is fucking irrelevant, I am going to continue writing as if you do, because God damn it, I survived that shit. Repeatedly, for decades, without help. I was weird and crazy…
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“I Have Fallen And I Can’t Get Up…” My Official “On Vacation,” Post
If you’re lucky, these words illicit an immediate response that gets you the help you need. When you have mental health issues, that is never the case. Largely because we don’t even know how to define mental health issues yet. What does that mean? Well for some people it means that their brains don’t work…
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So I Settled on Love Sparks
Click the image above, to visit my brand new Substack page. I genuinely owe the inspiration to another writer named Kern Carter, a phenomenal writer and teacher from Toronto Canada. I decided because I couldn’t write, to put myself on vacation. If I call it a vacation it’s not a writer’s slump. Then Kern wrote…
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What The Fuck Else Are You Going To Do But Survive This?
When I reached out to my friend and sista writer Nada Chehade, this is the question she asked me. “What the fuck else are you going to do but survive this?” she sent over WhatsApp, and I thought to myself…” What the fuck AM I going to do but survive this?” I was living in…
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Who Is In Your Medical Mental Health Community?
Who do you have that you can talk to, that give you good advice and show you the ropes when you are struggling on days when the world feels like shit? Because MY doctor and psych nurse team are about to change, and I am very worried. I have concerns, I have questions, but I…
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What Is Imposter Syndrome And How Do We Fight It?
Yesterday, (Saturday), I was at Pride handing out handwritten love letters, as I do every Pride season when I came across someone who confessed to dealing with imposter syndrome, and what I wanted to say was “fuck the syndrome, fight your way to fame and fortune baby, you’ve earned the right to try.” But instead…
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Now I Know What To Expect…And It’s Not Rainbow Shitting Unicorns
I am depressed. I shouldn’t be, I have a beautiful, brand-new apartment, life isn’t that bad. Even being houseless wasn’t terrible. Like it wasn’t the worst experience of my life, it was just another shitty thing, in a long list of shitty things. The worst that houseless got, was going to the shelter with my…
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I Have Great News
You may have heard it on Twitter, Facebook, or the Instagram, but we’re no longer houseless. We found an apartment and we’ll be moving in on Saturday morning. I’m cautiously excited. I don’t want to say where I’ll be living because after my stalker found my last apartment I’d like to deliberately keep my safety…
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Self-Publishing Isn’t “Real” Publishing…You Say
I worked my ass off writing Uncomfortable. It was like my version of trying to show you what Betoven did when writing the 9th Symphony, was my work as good as his? Sure, why the fuck not? Why couldn’t my writing be as equal or better than his? Because he’s dead and I’m still here…
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