I had a dream last night, I don’t recall much, but here is what I do. I sat on a long metal bench with my mother somewhere in what seems like an almost empty metro station. I sat on one side of the bench and she sat on the opposite. A man...
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I am Cherilyn Riveral, I just want to share my story. I just want to let this out. I was 8 when my mom died, my sister was 12 and my older brother was 10. It was a day before the New Year’s Eve. It was raining so hard. We were playing by...
Trigger warning: Before reading this post, please be aware that it contains descriptions of childhood rape and other forms of abuse. Hi, I’m Coffee T., a 52 year old woman who is disabled. I live with my youngest child/son of 4 children...
Even though its been a year Im still living my one true fear Im so dumb to let her slip away I know its still not okay I dont understand how they do it Move on so fast Its taking me year And i still cant last I cant blame the world any...
I live with depression but the main thing keeping me going is my loving boyfriend I think of him and my depression is gone (I am medically diagnosed with depression) E! your love gives me hope everyday I love you
When I was a kid, my parents got divorced. My brother and I would go to our dads house every so often. My mom was from a different country and still was adapting to our new home. She worked hard to keep food on the table and along the way made...
This story starts from the teens where a girl was growing to be a brave, innocent, and smart child with great features like black shiny hair, black eyes, and a great flexible body. Her biggest dream was to become a stunning actress. She was a...
I’ve always struggled with my gender identity. Growing up, I started playing baseball because of my older brother. I was always the only girl on my team, but it never bothered me until I got older and all the other kids on my team started...
I have been painting my clothes for several years now. It started with painting shoes, than T-shirts, and dresses. My needs for authenticity, contribution, being seen, and self-expression are all met when I paint and when I wear my art. It also...
“My name is Bhagyashree Saini and more than anything, my primary identity is that “I am a child marriage survivor”. I fought for 11 years to come out of this social evil and iam proud of it. Remembering my Khetri days I was born...