Long Reads
I thought healing would mean lying. I thought allowing myself to be helped would be falsifying documents that stated I was all right or had a happy life when I did not. I thought all I had going for me was my refusal to lie about my life, and I didn't want to give that up.
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I was probably the most religious kid you ever met. I genuinely believed in God, the way that most kids believe in Sunday morning cartoons and rainbow colored fruit rollups.
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I’ve built my life from ashes, and I’ve filled it with intentional kindness and trust. My parents stole yesterday. I won’t let them take tomorrow.
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There is no support or safety net to break one’s fall when friendships fade or split apart. There's not an acceptable period of isolation.
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Our noises are more than just vibrations; our soundings help constitute our presence in the world. Listen to me: what I have to say right now matters.
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I did it for the money, sure, but also out of a strange mixture of boredom, perversion, and self-abnegation. Giving myself away, one song at a time.
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