Annie, Call the Zoo
Taking Anti-Depressants is the Greatest Act of Self-Love I’ve Given Myself
"Once, Helen (Keller) wanted to feel a lion. Annie Sullivan informed the zoo. A lion was fed; Helen entered its cage and felt the lion from its head to its tail."
Just Because It’s True, Doesn’t Mean It’s Helpful (Or, Why Being Right is Wrong)
I thought the unceasing self-loathing was normal. I’d grown accustomed to fighting with myself in my own head. Half of my brain said, “You’re no good. You’ll never do it.”
When you respond to an opinion by invalidating how a person feels, thinks, or perceives—you are no longer helping or communicating. You’ve chosen retaliation.
Communication means finding something within the statement to relate to; alternatively, you could explicitly validate their feeling, thought, or perception and respond in kind with your own, albeit differing, view.
Now turn, dance with me
arms up, twirling.
See the clouds building—
you did that.
at the hair standing up on your neck,
and the lightning illuminating the sky—
there you are.
How to Write Poetry
Her spine is intact,
hips wide sway like tree branches
in the breeze and hypnotize.
Somehow she still snuck up on you,
pounced, surprised you. Open eyes —
blink, and the void before you fills.
Eyes close — it opens up again,
Bird in the Snow
Take off all your clothes, sit in the sun, ask questions
no one has answers to. Make one up, scratch it out, make up another.
Do it again until you understand why
no one has an answer to that question.
There are plenty of birds in the world
that want to tell you
they’ve been singing for you
This is for every woman whose hips intimidated men’s heads until her mind wasn’t heard and her heart was fully spent. For every woman who lived but chose to suicide commit. This is for the women who got the shitty end of the stick.