My Rapist Died This Morning.
My rape wasn’t the violent stranger rape that so many women are subjected to. I knew my rapist and I know I walked into that room with him.
Browsing Tag:
coma
Looking past the ICU Ceiling: Believing in Life Again After My Coma.
Our dreams are the seeds that life plants for us, where our intuition whispers to us, and where we can find an anchor to our place in the world -- even if we are 'displaced' from it suddenly at 18.
Learning to Be Well: Detecting and Dismantling Fear-Based Manipulation.
Anansi and the Maroon and indigenous dwellers of the jungle had indirectly taught me that my 'primitive brain' and instinctual self, contrary to popular Western belief, were not ruled by fear and existential angst.