November 7, 2017

Depression looks different for everyone. For some people, depression can be very loud as they try to fill themselves with substances or friends or other forms of calling out for attention. For me, it manifests as staying in bed until noon when I force myself to get up...

July 1, 2015

I’m swallowing my sadness and it feels like I’m swallowing you.

Heavy and cold it slips down my throat, and for some reason I can’t. Stop. Drinking.

Is it nourishing, this lump?

Is it weighty because it’s full of desire and unsaid saids?

Is it my path-to-salvation-my-guidi...

July 1, 2013

James Hillman’s words have permeated my dreams. As I reflect on my dreams and the image-scape of my sub-conscious mind, I am recurringly driving down a road along the California coast in awe of the majesty of the rocky cliffs falling into the sea. The overwhelming gran...

May 1, 2013

I feel like the Universe has stopped holding me. When I check in with myself – when I check in with my heart – I no longer hear that strong voice that is at once a part of me and a part of something more than myself. The result is that I no longer feel held. I am 27 ye...

December 1, 2012

I feel like I’m living in a tornado. Cars and animals and people’s personal belongings keep whizzing by my head, and there is always a house that has just landed on someone who has very pretty shoes. In a sense, it feels as though my life has been turned upside-down. S...

July 18, 2012

I rumble for you.

Like stones turning over themselves again.

And again.

And again.

You become shiny and new to me.

A different version of what went in.

One iteration of a million possibilities. 

I took you inside of myself.

I kept you there for keeps.

I made you fall all over y...

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