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a final “journey paper” for Media Ethics course, written August 28, 2025 This whole thing was born out of a sense of profound weariness; it was my panicked answer to a year of continuous failure, my attempt to avoid further ego death. Or,… Continue Reading “A Nudge Toward Freedom”
PSA: This post is about suicidal thoughts. Disassociation. That’s what I have to call it, because “constantly bombarded by a graphic, intense obsession with suicide” is off-putting. It also sounds absolutely fucking crazy. Yet, it’s been my reality for thirty years. I’ve tried to… Continue Reading “a Bittersweet Breakthrough”
“Even though you’re at your most hopeless, I’d bet those times are some of your most creative,” she said. I browsed my notes app the other night to discover dark bits I hadn’t posted. Sometimes, it’s just not worth the explanation I’d have to… Continue Reading “Dark Bits, Unposted”
Mr. Tillman, my high school AP English Teacher and dearly remembered mentor, once revised a poetry piece I wrote comparing the death and decline of my addict-mother to a Californian palm tree that had been planted in cold Minnesota soil. I remember handing it… Continue Reading “Revision as a Shield”