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.
For a fall 2019 writing course: 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.