No Sin is Too Great

After the incident, harsh thoughts kept me up for hours each night.I wished that man would pay for what he did to me.I wished he would feel how he made me feel – the violation, the humiliation, the paranoia.I wished he would burn in hell.For months, these thoughts consumed my mind. Slowly but surely, my heart…

You Are Not a Number

When did we start measuring our worth quantitatively? I’ll tell you when it started for me. I was 12 when I crawled to the bathroom every morning to step on the scale. The mornings I gained a pound or two, I was devastated. To make up for the number on the scale, I dangerously restricted…

Our Ultimate Rest

I am a writer, but sometimes, I have no words. Writing has always brought me deep joy. I can write for hours on end. I lose myself in my work, and adrenaline rushes through my body — I consider that a great blessing. Of course, writer’s block comes and goes, and I typically run an…