A breath of fresh air While trapped in a coffin A sweet disposition Seen less and less often A wonderful match At least to their faces
By Test2 years ago in Poets
It’s difficult to imagine the joy, the ability to breathe, that must come from being debt-free. I used to believe that if I simply worked hard enough, I could have that stability and independence one day. Unfortunately, my abuser had other ideas.
By Test2 years ago in Psyche
She’s 18, at a frat party. Spotted, targeted, by a senior. He gets her to his room, Puts on a comedy special, (Louis C.K., ironically)
You can hang that shelf up on your own. You know this; I know this. You’re nothing if not a capable, independent woman. Some might even call it hyper-independence, but that’s between you and your therapist.
May 17 is the International Day Against Homophobia, Biphobia, and Transphobia. That’s right, a whole, long-windedly named day reminding people not to be jerks to the LGBTQ+ community.
April is Sexual Assault Awareness Month. In a move befitting the U.S. justice system, New York decided to celebrate by honoring one of its most prominent sexual assailants.
By Test2 years ago in Criminal
This year has been an emotional rollercoaster, and I am beyond grateful to all who have hopped on this death-defying ride.
The following journal entry was written during a time that may resonate with anyone who’s escaped from an abusive or toxic situation.
Since escaping my narcissistic abuser, I’ve actively sought out any resources possible in order to recover and heal from the hell he put me through.
By Test2 years ago in BookClub
I have my first podcast interview today. What is my life? That feels so absurd to type. Seeing as discussing my abuse publicly is completely at odds with my every survival instinct; I assumed I’d be a nervous wreck this morning.
Picture a recent instance when stress had you in its grip. Maybe it was a looming presentation at work, a heated argument with a loved one, or another unexpected setback. In that moment, your body sensed danger and began to react before you were even conscious of it.
In the three years that have passed since escaping my violent abuser, I’ve actively sought out any resources possible in order to recover and heal from the hell he put me through.
