The Shitty Childhood Paradox

Imagine you had perfectly loving, supportive, and emotionally mature parents. All of your material wants and needs were taken care of as a child. Friendship, community, great teachers, joy, healthy habits — your childhood was practically ideal. Except… your drunk uncle raped you at family events for a decade and you were too terrified and ashamed toContinue reading “The Shitty Childhood Paradox”

Saving Myself

In a dream, children gleefully rip around an open field with the unbridled excitement of having newly discovered the infinite potential of being alive. A little girl emerges from the chaos, walks stoically toward me, and meets my eyes with a palpable ego presence that random dream characters do not possess. I’m acutely aware thatContinue reading “Saving Myself”