When I can’t speak, I write.
Selective mutism: I wanted to speak, but couldn’t
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.
A letter to my future self
From 18-year-old me.
Growing up poor in a rich town
What I've never opened up about. Beware, it's a long one.