Blood Draws
I’ve never enjoyed blood draws. The idea of something piercing through your skin and stabbing into a vein supposedly protected makes my head spin and my stomach drop. It’s hard for me to lay still when I know what’s coming. The jab, the bite, the horrible, sinking feeling as my…
On Anger
Two days ago, my mother asked me if I thought I was aggressive when I stepped away from a man who invaded my personal space. I said yes, I probably had been, but if he was a good man he would understand I was uncomfortable. She said she worried she…
Remember what’s important
My mom says you remember what’s important to you. Whenever I would forget to do chores, or forget homework, she would remind me to find these tasks important so I would remember to do them. I did my best. I committed schedules to my mind, repeating them relentlessly so I…
Ramen
TW: Suicide mention, violence, gore, wrist cutting It was nighttime when we made plans to return to Portland, the place that almost killed me. The dark hung around me and pressed down on my spine, attempting to drag me back to that place where it all truly…