I throw my phone across the room and scream at the top of my lungs. “What’s wrong? What’s wrong?” Evan, my long-term partner, runs into the room out of breath. I have no words. I curl into a fetal position on the floor,…
I froze as I felt a hand brush my back. I didn’t have to turn around to know who it was. It was one of the guys who raped me months earlier. I was 15 years old and I had unknowingly entered a game of cat and mouse that…
The woods used to terrify me. Something happened to me in the woods when I was 15 years old, and I had been running from that night ever since. It was 15 years later that I found myself sitting in the woods staring at a…
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I sat down to play the piano, and all I felt was guilt. I had always wanted to learn to play the piano, but for a long time I did not have the capacity for new hobbies. Instead, my mind and body had been in…
Betrayal. When healing from sexual violence, I expected the anger, the grief, the shame, but I was blindsided by the feeling of betrayal. Betrayal was the emotion that lingered and stayed with me the longest. I felt…
Once upon a time I was a damsel in distress. I don’t think I’m supposed to admit this. I feel society would tell me that as a woman I should be able to take care of myself at all times and in all situations. I…
“Nice tits.” Purred a man at a bar as he closely leered at my chest. “You can fuck off,” I snapped back. He looked at me with ice-cold hatred. “Stupid bitch.” He spat at me and then stalked off. I had…
“Hi God. Can you hear me? I’m not entirely sure how this works, but I wanted to let you know that I’ve decided to kill myself. I can’t do this anymore. I have tried everything and I just can’t see the point in living…
“Ma’am your bag will not fit in the overhead bins, you’ll have to check it.” Says an indifferent airline employee as I hand her my ticket to get on my flight from Los Angeles to Toronto. “Are you sure?” I plead.…
I was eighteen, and I would have sworn I was in love. But, was love supposed to be inconsistent, painful, and confusing? And could I truly love someone else if I didn’t yet love myself? I started dating my…
“How do you feel about your teenage self?” Asks my new therapist. I curl in on myself and feel immense tension within my body. “She’s just so difficult.” “Why do you feel she is difficult?” The woman…
“What am I doing with my life?” My therapist smiles. “You ask this question every week. It’s too big. A life is a long time. It must feel stressful always worrying about this.” She’s right. It does feel…
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