zoe frenchman
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I’m Zoe, I’m 22, and I’m an aspiring writer, filmmaker, musician, & mental health advocate. I’m also an editor and content writer, graduating from Full Sail's Creative Writing BFA program in July.
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My Tiny Sidekick
This challenge will most likely receive many entries about dogs and cats; however, my story is a little different. This challenge may also receive many entries of stories of pets who are still alive. While I do own a dog now, my beloved Kaya, whom I adore very much, there was a special animal in my life before her. From the ages of thirteen to sixteen, I rapidly grew close to my pet hamster, Phoebe. Phoebe was no ordinary rodent…she was undoubtedly special. She was the most affectionate little creature, and a living being who I grew tremendously fond of and comfortable with. Phoebe was first brought in by our family in July of 2016, and she lived with us until her untimely demise in September of 2019.
By zoe frenchman3 years ago in Petlife
Cut it Out! Potential Origins of Self-Harm
Self-injury, self-harm, self-mutilation, whatever you want to call it, is a serious and addictive coping mechanism that people typically use to feel pain after a period of numbness, because they feel like they deserve to feel that pain, or simply as a means of coping with their struggles. I personally have a plethora of experience with self-harm. The intensity of the triggers can certainly ebb and flow. Sometimes I have moments of severe inclination to cause myself pain in some way. Sometimes I feel content and as if there’s no valid reason to harm myself. Sometimes I’m on the very edge of the cliff, and all I need is the most miniscule phrase or occurrence to push me into a mental hell encompassed with uncertainty.
By zoe frenchman3 years ago in Psyche
body checking— a poem by zoe frenchman. Top Story - August 2022.
i stare at myself, and i stare and i stare, and i exceedingly care; when i stare and i stare, it’s a strange nightmare; i stare and i stare and i can identify some flaw on my body or my face in everything that i wear;
By zoe frenchman3 years ago in Poets
Falling in Love with A Dog…When I Hated Them Before
Mark Twain once said, “The dog is a gentleman; I hope to go to his heaven not man’s”. There are so many dogs on this planet that are purely, authentically beautiful, internally and externally. My own puppy, Kaya Rose Frenchman, is one of those dogs. She is not only my pet, but she is one of my best friends. She expresses her transparent, unconditional love every single day. She loves me, my brother Zach, my parents, my boyfriend, among other certain guests. She demonstrates how much she adores and admires her owners on a regular basis. Someone goes to work for five hours? To her, they’ve been gone for a week. She runs up and jumps on them with her purely authentic joy and excitement. Her precious and jovial energy is palpable and adorable. She never denies pets or belly rubs— she lives for that shit.
By zoe frenchman3 years ago in Petlife
What I’ve Learned From my Relationship
This piece is dedicated to my beloved boyfriend, Theodore “Theo” Kimberling. Theo has undoubtedly taught me what love truly is, what it looks like, what it feels like, and what it means to be in love. Prior to initiating my relationship with Theo, which began on May 14, 2021, I was in an extremely toxic and unhealthy relationship with different guy— a guy who manipulated, gaslit, and cheated on me, and who certainly had a palpable superiority complex. I dated my only ex-boyfriend from October of 2020 until March of 2021. The emotional distress from the catastrophes of both the tumultuous relationship and the disorderly breakup caused by clear infidelity, undeniably caused me feelings of hopelessness, worthlessness, anxiety, fear of never finding someone better, stress, deep depression, and a wide spectrum of other excruciating emotions. I felt like I deserved to be treated poorly— I had already been struggling with my self-esteem for almost the entirety of my life up until I dated my ex, and that immature slimeball truly enabled many of the doubts and worries that I had about myself, and reduced any confidence that I had in myself.
By zoe frenchman3 years ago in Humans
