As I'm sitting here typing this, I am actively avoiding two of my crutches. The TV and it's enchantments pull at me to come sit on the couch and binge watch some mind-numbing, soul numbing, streamed in, curated just for me, content. Guaranteed to make sure I don't have time to think any uncomfortable or … Continue reading What’s Your Crutch?
Dear Woman, I am so sorry that you knew fear at such a tender age. I am sorry that you woke up alone, with nobody there to comfort you from your nightmares. It isn't right, that the wants of adults were put before the needs of your little soul. It isn't right that you were … Continue reading The Cost of Neglect