Queer Mexican writer, editor, and translator. My work centers on the stigma of mental health: life with comorbid mental health diagnoses, finding accessible resources and competent specialists, and healing. | https://linktr.ee/cadaveres
I’ll find you again in the middle of the night, I’ll see your shadow on my walls, haunting my unease. I’ll see you, perhaps, stretching from the corner of my eyes
I Set Ablaze
I set ablaze the staircase of my first memory, -a spiral of self-doubt, vivid and always dancing in the back of my head when I hear my mother tongue-
I can only catch glimpses of my childhood fluttering by, moths to the electric resonance of light. The few I trapped
If home is where the heart is…
A home only in paper, driftwood I hanged onto so I could pretend I belonged across the border, pass the driest river,
Apanohuaia: The place where the dog (xoloitzcuintli) lives. The first region of one of the Mexica's afterlife, Mictlán, where those who died of natural causes went to rest or disappear. This was the home of the river Apanohuacalhuia, which the dead had to cross with the help of their companion.
Embrace Your Shadows
A brief history of our shadows The concept of a shadow self (also known as shadow aspect, shadow archetype, or Id) comes from analytical psychology, Swiss psychiatrist Carl Jung’s approach to the empirical analysis of the human psyche.
How The Sims Helped With My Executive Dysfunction
It is a Monday afternoon. You have spaced out for the last few minutes staring blankly at the computer screen before you; any noise around you is background noise, muffled or static, but still very present. You have things to do, things you very much want or need to do, but you have spent the day entirely in a paralysis-like state, listening to your inner voice repeat over and over the things you had on your agenda for the day, but you can’t bring yourself to do them.
To Die on Monday
To Die On Monday Once again, I can hear the grinding teeth of the skeletons peering through the window; light no longer casts away the specters and a skeletal hand pours down shadows and nightmares over his head, draining the color off his skin.