Abuse, featured, Personal, Spirituality, Women, Written while Stoned

How Long Do We Have To Punish The Guilty Until We Feel Better About Their Choices?

I've been thinking a lot about forgiveness lately, and my behavior when I get angry and stressed out because someone has done or said something to trigger me. It happened tonight actually, I had a massive panic attack that lasted about fifteen minutes, I screamed, I yelled, and I cried about how much I hate… Continue reading How Long Do We Have To Punish The Guilty Until We Feel Better About Their Choices?

Abuse, addiction, advice, Herstory, Letter to my Future Children, Letters, Letters from Big, Meditation Writings, My Sisters Keeper, Personal

Finding Your Tribe Is Transformative

When I was growing up in Calgary, I spent an abnormal time alone as a child. Stuck in between trying to be who other people thought I should be, and trying to make tiny inroads to being myself, no matter what I did I was never cool enough, never smart enough, never worthy of spending… Continue reading Finding Your Tribe Is Transformative

Abuse

Sometimes An Apology Is The Last Thing I Want or Need…Sometimes I Just Need You To Fuck Off and Give Me Space

So this is coming up because I've been thinking a lot about what I want from the men that abused me. The last thing I need or want is a fucking apology, what I want is for them to go to prison and rot there until they come out better human beings then they went… Continue reading Sometimes An Apology Is The Last Thing I Want or Need…Sometimes I Just Need You To Fuck Off and Give Me Space

Conversation, COVID19, featured, Written while Stoned

I Choose What I Carry

The best you can hope for is that there will be people to catch you when you fall. I got lucky that way, that there were people there. I feel like I should feel humiliated about the last couple years of my life, but that humiliation isn't something I am interested in carrying on my… Continue reading I Choose What I Carry

featured, Letters from Big, Remember to Remember, Spirituality

I can’t believe I have to copy what She Said…

Being forced to forgive your rapist is as comfortable as taking a cheese grater to your cunt. Yes, I said that, I entirely and completely said that, and I own the fuck out of that, I'll stand by that until the day I am dead, for real. Over the last six to eight months or… Continue reading I can’t believe I have to copy what She Said…