The Strangers Who Know My Body
This is medical intimacy—close without being personal. In that examination room, doctor-patient boundaries create a different kind of…
FEELING
dissociation during stress
The Conversation I’d Been Ignoring
There was no me separate from this body—only this body, being me, beat by beat. Lying there, I…
Beyond Language
Where Language Ends, Art Begins to Speak The moment came when I tried to explain my mother’s death…
Stages of Depression Nobody Puts on the List: I Cook at 2 AM
Depression doesn't always look like staying in bed. Sometimes it looks like fourteen onions at 2 AM, a…