Today feels like the death of something so cherished yet hated: the death of my era of beginnings. Is my life doomed into monotony from here on out? To drab rain squalls and gloomy unfamiliar ceilings? To cold nights, colder days and a pallor onset by relative invisibility. Its at night that my fears rise,…

When you are the one saying goodbye to someone, the pain feels – in my opinion – 10 times more acute than the receiver of the goodbye. That is how I justify how emotional I get when I think about leaving home. The other person can tell you it’s not goodbye, but what do they…

We are all nursing hurts that we think are dangers to our survival. But for some of us, these aren’t matters of true survival. Why don’t our minds distinguish between a threat to our life or a threat to our acceptance from ourselves and others? Is there anything we would trade for our own beating…