Voices

By applying your hair masque, or rubbing cocoa butter on your shins, you’re at least subconsciously admitting that there is going to be another day.

How The World Of Beauty Helps Me Cope With My Depression

Aside from knitting and prescribed medications, beauty products are the thing that helps me out the most during a bout of depression. Sound crazy? Read on.

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One human to another, we can keep the focus on compassion and empathy.

Can Empathy And Compassion Stop The World From Heading For A Train Wreck?

Yes! We can apply the brakes and switch tracks by focusing on compassion and empathy.

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Anabel and her daughter. Anabel is currently being held in California awaiting deportation at an Immigration and Customs Enforcement (ICE) Detention Center.

My Friend Is Being Deported

The heartbreaking truth of it all is that Anabel will be cast out of this country forever. Without having an opportunity to hug her children goodbye. Without getting the chance to thank her family and friends for supporting her through this horrendous time.

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My parents wanted our family to be in high-threat mode because it kept us closer.

Take The Cake: Breaking Up With My Family, Part 1

More than lip service to an unlikely situation, I needed accountability from my family. Small things that required less bravado, but more work. Just before Christmas, I experienced the moment that made our breakup crystallize.

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When I have difficult life decisions or conflict with people who are close to me, I now have the working understanding of what peace truly looks like for me.

Pursue Peace, Even If It Means Losing Relationships

When I have difficult life decisions or conflict with people who are close to me, I now have the working understanding of what peace truly looks like for me. It looks like freedom to be fully who I am.

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What’s Not Said: A Love Letter From Your Friend, The Flake

Please know that us flakes usually are dealing with something more than being lazy or disinterested. Flakes are usually ashamed and angry at themselves for not being able to speak out or address things “properly,” so a little love can go a long way.

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The lies would keep me up at night, gnawing at the place inside me where I felt my baby should be.

I Hid My Miscarriage From My Son & Pretended I Was Still Pregnant

How was I supposed to tell my son, who was already preoccupied and frightened by the idea of death, that his new little brother or sister was gone, that I'd had a miscarriage? I didn't know. So I lied.

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I need you to know that I tried very hard. It is very difficult to be a wife, Jeff, I hope you can do it.

I Sold My Wedding Dress To A Guy Named Jeff

I think about you every day, Jeff. Ebay Jeff. Jeff who lives in Philadelphia. What did you do with my wedding dress, Jeff? Did you wear it? Did you buy it for your fiancée? Is her name Jeff too? I hope you are a better wife than me, Jeff. I tried very hard.

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