I've shared the "self-care isn't selfish" memes countless times, and yet here I am, struggling to give myself permission to be happy.
Not everyone is interested in holding space for non-binary people.
As transgender, I began to draw strength from what I realized was a feminine side that was exclusive to me.
It wasn’t some creepy dude in a white van; it was my kindergarten art teacher.
My blog turned one year old and I have SO MANY FEELINGS.
Why is the "I" not a "next step" in mainstream conversations?
Almost two years ago now, I began taking a medication with the hope that I could finally manage the aggressive symptoms that came with mental illness. I was experiencing despondent, suicidal lows; I felt panicked, paranoid, and inexplicably angry. But by far the worst part of what was happening was the feeling that I wasn’t [...]