Come and See Me at the Intersection: Navigating My Gender Identity, Faith in Christianity, and Mental Health
God, I love you, and I know you love me. You have made me who I am today, and I believe you make no mistakes.
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The Room
I am alone in the Room. It has dirty old orange shag carpet on the floor and no furniture except a trash can. The windows are boarded up so you can only see treetops and sky at the top. On the other side of the Room are French doors, also all boarded up. A person standing on the other side of the French doors would not be able to tell that there is a Room beyond those doors. In the Room a light bulb hangs down from a cord, but the control switch to turn the light on or off is not in the Room.
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History of the Consumer/Survivor Movement
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Fragments of a Story
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It‘s hard for me to describe my surroundings. Maybe because I just keep looking down at my hands or maybe because the tears are blurring my vision. I can clearly make out my mother’s voice. How stern it is, rough as always when she is giving someone a piece of her mind. But at the same time there is a tremble in it now, a nervous vibration that I have not heard before. Almost as if the sternness is breakable, at the verge of shattering at any moment.
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A 50% Chance of Paralysis
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The following poems are from Sara Hobler’s poetry collection, E=MC^2.
Holy Lunch
Chief complaints are boredom and back pain
And Hunger, puts the body under a strain
Hungry makes arthritis hard to ignore
They weren’t lying when they said it keeps the score of your life and mentality
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Sonnet 43
I begged them for the tools to move in with you
I promised to tear down the shack called medicine falling down on you
I wanted my hands to blister and age and wrinkle putting up new walls to cover you
I wanted to bring you wildflowers in the morning to enjoy with your coffee and greet you with a smile
Continue reading “Beth Sheeran”
Dear Little Girl, I’ve Got You: A Letter to my Inner Child
I look at a picture of you and smile at your botched bangs. Whoever cut your hair must have had their eyes closed. The left side is definitely shorter than the right. You’re cute though. Adorable. Your green eyes look just like mine, and I can see we both like flowers. You look a little sad. I wonder why. There’s a hollowness to your eyes. Either you haven’t learned to smile for the camera yet, or you’re trying not to cry. I can’t tell.
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Therapists Are Cops: A Critique of Sanist Reason[1]
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Maed
At five years old I had an impressive resume: aspiring coven leader, professional frog wrangler, and avid Michael Jackson fan. Absent from my curious resume was the ability to spell my own name. Even though I would be repeating kindergarten in the fall as a result of my creative spelling, I was in no hurry to uncover what seemed like an impossible cipher.
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Madwomen in the Attic 