This is essentially a grownup version of my emo middle school poetry.
trauma
Creative Nonfiction: Ten of Swords
Hi. This, on the surface, is a story about the uncomfortable process of falling in love. Dig a little deeper and it’s a story about how trauma complicates love. Be warned: this is a rough draft with minimal edits. Also, I glossed over certain traumatic details because I don’t feel like dealing with them right now.
Sex, Trauma, and the Endless Quest for Validation
Sex. It’s great, except when it’s not. I love it and hate it, crave and despise it, hide from and run towards it. It’s complicated. It sucks. I’m working on it.
Let’s talk.
