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It started when I phoned Julie Monday night. “Hi gorgeous! How are you?” “Hey, hi! I’m fine. How are you?” “I’m doing good,” I replied, “Are we still on for tomorrow?” Silence. My heart began to beat a little faster…. Read More ›


Cutting   I was thirteen the first time I cut myself. My father had another stressful day working in his lab. He made crown and bridge work. He came upstairs, pissed off, and there I was. His emotional punching bag…. Read More ›


I don’t go to the grocery store anymore. It’s not safe. People block the aisles with their carts and the fear in me starts to build.  I am trapped! I look for an aisle with no people so I can escape,… Read More ›