I've always thought of myself as a fighter. I fight depression and anxiety on an almost daily basis; I fight expectations that are placed on my gender by society and myself; I feel as though I am engaged in a never-ending war with myself and the world. And you know what? I'm tired. Exhausted. That's what happens … Continue reading Why I Am No Longer An Angry Fighter
I am nothing if not a creature of passion. I am passionate about my beliefs and causes, my family and friends, and I am passionate about anything that captures my interest for longer than five minutes. The euphoria of discovering new ideas, forming new connections, and sharing them with others is a high that … Continue reading Passion Before Principle
My inner voice is a gaslighting bastard. One of them, anyway.
Growing up a girl in a fundamentalist church