When he proposed there were no great moments of romance, no intimate late night conversations, it was as if he was checking off a box.. making everything "look" normal. At the time I made excuses. Maybe he's shy or nervous I thought. Looking back I can see he just didn't care. The question that often … Continue reading Why I Stayed In An Abusive Marriage.
I lost my leg in a car accident. It was my fault, I had been driving drunk. I had always liked partying, I always wanted to be "popular" in the "IT" crowd. I never wanted to be left out of anything. The summer going into high school I vowed to myself that I would get … Continue reading How Losing My Leg Saved My Life
Fuck you. That's right I said fuck you, for taking someone so beautiful and making them believe they aren't. For compelling someone to commit a slow suicide in order to achieve an image. For the insidious thoughts and behaviours you share with your victims. For the way you allow others to think the answer is … Continue reading An Open Letter To Anorexia
It was September and I had just met another woman. Our relationship had been swaying back and forth for some time. My drinking had begun to take over the relationship and she had been getting upset at my use. We had been together for four years. Some of my favourite memories were made with her. … Continue reading The Raw Truth: Why I cheated and The Only Reasons To Ever Fix It.
Choosing to become a personal support worker was one of the best decisions of my life. I've gotten the chance to meet and work with some amazing people. I did a co-op through high school in a long term care home and loved it. I felt like I was really making a difference and helping … Continue reading The Life of a PSW No One Talks About
Dear Writer, I know you've dreamed of becoming a writer since you were 10, after you read Charlotte's Web for the first time. You cried after Charlotte died. Running to your mother for consolation. You knew then that words put together correctly could move people. Keep that feeling. Remember how you mourned over the brain … Continue reading Letter to The Young Writer
Dear Dad, Its me. Your daughter, the one who wanted to be "just as tall as dad" when she grew up. The one who wore your work boots around the house and always crawled into the empty space beside you on the couch. Im grown now and I can't remember exactly when it stopped, … Continue reading A Letter to The Father Going Through A Mid Life Crisis