Often when I scroll down my friends’ Instagram feeds, I get this sudden gut-wrenching regret. But not because of them, but because of me.
As I sit in the airport, waiting for a plane that will sadly take me home, I can’t help but think that what I experienced before this calm moment was a horrible nightmare.
Revisiting trauma can be an important step in healing, but is it really necessary to heal?
As a kid, my bike was my prized possession.
There are different ways to be an advocate.
I think there’s a misconception about writers: either that we all sit in cafes in berets, sipping lattes. Or that we’re all overly emotional, still in high school, and wear turtleneck sweaters.