I was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder when I was 13 years old. Growing up in a small community, and being a moody 13 year-old, I learned very quickly the stigma that comes with this diagnosis. The people and friends I had grown up loving suddenly didn’t consider my emotions valid – if I was happy, … Read more
My Insecurity, as are most peoples I’m sure isn’t content to be confined to written word, but is instead constantly shifting, mutating to rear its ugly head in new and unusual parts of my life. It is a hydra: kill one head, and three more spring up from its remains. In the same way “The … Read more
I had always been a happy, positive, glass half full kind of person. Sheltered through most of my childhood, I hadn’t yet been exposed to how cruel people could be. Although I have always been a bit shy, going into high school I was confident, outgoing, and very social. I loved myself and I believed … Read more
When your insecurity is something our society generally sees as a blessing, it’s hard to find the words to explain how something so good can become so overwhelmingly negative. What I think it boils down to is when you have the mind of a child but the body of a woman your life gets a … Read more
I am on the border between being a butch dyke and a transman. I’ve spent the bulk of my life here, often shifting to the different sides for a temporary residence. In the past year I’ve moved more towards the transmasculine side than ever–beyond even my five-year old aspirations to become Robin Hood. It raises … Read more