How We Forget Pain

I have always wondered how mothers, after having gone through the trials of labor once, would venture to give birth a second, third or however many times. It baffled me for a while until I remembered something difficult to forget about being female: menstruation. There seems to be a lot of hereditary pain in my… Continue reading How We Forget Pain

It had always been easier to write about anguish…

It had always been easier to write about anguish. It was the most distinct feeling, even while being the most ambiguous. Either way, it pushed the words out, regardless of whether or not it all even meant anything. The pain of it was riddling. It always was; impossible to figure out and incapacitating. It came… Continue reading It had always been easier to write about anguish…