I spent the night before I took this picture in bed sobbing. As my tears dried, I lay there drained. Motionless. Lost. I envisioned myself leaving existence. Clean slits up my wrists. Warm blood cascading down my flesh in a steady flow. Drawing from my body all the pain. All the heartache. All the failure. …
The Lame Chick: Eighteen Years
When I came to you 18 years ago, I was broken. I was lost. My voice not yet found. No sense of purpose. No source of pride. Zero confidence. Pushing myself through each day for the sake of my sibling’s survival. I had nothing to hold on to. I was losing hope that my parents …
The Dig
The Dig Awash in endless turmoil Day after day Running from the same answers For which you pray Wading through darkness Chasing the unknown Seeking to fill the void Hoping that it won’t just grow But down at the bottom The truth sits still Waiting for you to dig deep enough And summon the …
The Lame Chick: The Rebuild
In this lifetime I have shattered more times than I can count. As I grew older I took a lot of pride in my ability to put myself back together. Rebuilding the same broken girl. Hoping each time would be the last. But inevitably, the pattern would always repeat. Time after time. Piece by piece. …
The Lame Chick: Happy Father’s Day, Ghost Dad
When we were young, every night before bed, my dad would sing us to sleep with the song “Sunrise, Sunset”. He would use our little Glo Worm doll as a prop, illuminating his face when the sun rose, and again when it set. It’s such a vivid memory, I can still wrap my heart in …
The Lame Chick: 40
Two weeks ago, I turned 40. It was an awful day, capping off one of the worst weeks I’ve had in a long time. Physically, mentally, emotionally, I was depleted. Despite the progress I’ve made in recent years, the tremendous personal growth, I was overwhelmed by what feels like 40 years of failure. I’ve spent …
The Lame Chick: Inner Child
As I enter the final weeks of my 30s, I’ve spent a lot of time thinking of this girl. When she was in kindergarten, that was her favorite dress. It made her happy. She felt confident in it. She loved the colors. She loved the splattered paint effect. Her teacher selected a Student of the …
The Lame Chick: Collateral Damage
I’m not the girl you knew. If I’m being honest, you never really knew her. It isn’t your fault. I didn’t know her either. For most of my life I feared what she had to say. I feared her history. I feared her memories. I wasn’t ready to face her. I wasn’t ready to face …
The Lame Chick: Let Them Know
When you find yourself wondering why I express my love, appreciation, and gratitude the way that I do, it can be traced back to the loss of the boy in the yellow hat. 16 years ago he took his life. He was one of the humans I adored the most in the world…and I never …
The Lame Chick: Hidden
10 years ago today I narrowly escaped being raped and murdered in a subway station. I was 100lbs heavier, and clothed nearly up to my neck, en route to a funeral. It was just after 7AM in one of the most populated cities in the world. I didn’t ask for it. My body wasn’t a …