Today we celebrate our first anniversary as a couple, 200 miles apart.
My vagina felt trapped behind a brick wall that triggered excruciating pain at the slightest pressure of insertion — even if it was just from a pinky finger.
One day in kindergarten, I chose to pee in my seat because the prospect of asking to use the bathroom was too terrifying for me to handle.
The catchy indie pop song expresses the languid angst of a generation whose culture embraces sarcastic self-loathing and hears constant criticism from age groups of decades past.
I won't forget the ephemeral moments we shared, but now you're on my mind when I should never have cared.
From 18-year-old me.
What I've never opened up about. Beware, it's a long one.
So recently, I've realized I’m not very kind to myself. I am the helicopter parent I never had.
I haven’t been able to sleep. It seems that nearly every night, some deep sadness just envelops me and drives back the snug embrace of slumber.