Mental illness is like your shitty college roommate.

It kind of does whatever the fuck it wants whenever the fuck it wants. It speaks as loudly as it wishes, whenever it wishes. It keeps going on and on well after your bed time & after you asked it politely to stop. It ate your cereal again. (Oops.) When was the last time itContinue reading “Mental illness is like your shitty college roommate.”

There will be times where your gentle does not make sense to them.

Be soft anyways. When they don’t see you as Phoenix, when they just see you as ash, when your tears are floodgates you wish you would’ve learned how to operate ages ago and you can’t stop spitting “I’m sorry”s like sunflower seed shells. There will be entire decades that you apologize for yourself for aContinue reading “There will be times where your gentle does not make sense to them.”

Congratulations!

You’ve won a some expenses paid trip to the land of adulthood- lifetime supply of responsibility, reflection and potential redemption included. peace of mind sold separately. sense of purpose and self sold separately. patience sold separately. most everything sold separately. some assembly required. (or a lot of assembly required) level of assembly required dependent onContinue reading “Congratulations!”

today i am grateful to have a skeleton

that feels brave enough to speak up to me when i am treating it unkindly and thankful that i am privileged enough to answer his call. today i am working through a thesis about building structures to support my students with heavy hands that feel hot gravel graced each time i click clack a letterContinue reading “today i am grateful to have a skeleton”

build as if your hands don’t shake

every time you pick up a pen like you could really wield something as weighty as war time depression as if the fact that we’ve been in war time for decades doesn’t matter to you build like you need somewhere to live like what good are my bones if I forget how strong they are?Continue reading “build as if your hands don’t shake”

On teaching a relatively young dog (who is the oldest she has ever been in her defense) new tricks:

I’m always thinking about Sundays about 11:59 pm about things ending about time and how it’s just a social construct and how even if it is just a social construct it’s still totally tripping me up all the damn time. I’ve got a handful of plans about everything (at any given instance) and I can easilyContinue reading “On teaching a relatively young dog (who is the oldest she has ever been in her defense) new tricks:”

on a Thursday when a student writes a poem and she shows only you

and it says that she is afraid of being herself and you ask why and she says it’s personal “like, really personal” and you say if she wants to tell you, that you would love to know and she asks why and you say you care and she asks why (because kids are really goodContinue reading “on a Thursday when a student writes a poem and she shows only you”