How about that fat-shaming Netflix series?

I was brushing my teeth today and I look in the mirror and my face was caught between two panes of glass, a section of my forehead and most of my nose had been swallowed in the crack where the tri-fold doors of my medicine cabinet met. It reminded me of that thing I used … Continue reading How about that fat-shaming Netflix series?

reasons I’m scared to move: chapter 2

I like to think that I’ve got it pretty together, most of the time. And I do a decent enough job of taking care of myself and making it through most days relatively unscathed. Until my car breaks down on the side of the highway and I’m stranded in Red Deer and I’m blocking holiday traffic, … Continue reading reasons I’m scared to move: chapter 2

get lost

When I was a kid, all I ever did was read. And I mean, it was all I did. I didn’t have many friends and I didn’t have any extracurricular activities and I didn’t have anything better to do… so I just read, read, read, read, read. My favourite author then–actually, my favourite author of all time–was/is Stephen King. … Continue reading get lost

Suicidal Thoughts

Suicide is a sin. That’s what I learned in Sunday School. Sitting on a floral patterned couch that looked like it belonged in a church basement, along with 6 other kids–teenagers between the ages of 13 and 17–we talked about the Bible. We’d pass around copies of the good book and we’d go ’round the room … Continue reading Suicidal Thoughts

When Anxiety Strikes

Thump thump thumpthumpthumpppppp. The erratic staccato of my heartbeat cresendos into a dull hum, vibrating in my skull and blurring my vision. My breath is short and shallow. My head is pounding. My skin is stretched too tight across my entire body. I scream. I cry. I panic. I haven’t had a panic attack since … Continue reading When Anxiety Strikes