Putting herself out there, one word at a time.
For the longest time, I was unfaithful. To boyfriends/friends/partners/lovers – but mainly, to myself. I used and abused my own body. And not even for pleasure, but for power. I measured my worth in my appearance, and valued myself through other people’s eyes. I would feel the seductive power of the male gaze, and immediately… Continue reading Breaking Free
I can feel it now - it's like a coldness around my heart. A dull sensation in the pit of my stomach. Intermittently interrupted by nervous flutters. There's a sense of dread. Of heaviness. A resistance to moving, or doing, or being. I have never been formally diagnosed with anxiety or depression, so I never… Continue reading Fear Of The Familiar
