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50 of the thousands of lessons my 20s taught me

While some of these lessons have lodged somewhere deep inside, many of them I have learned and unlearned and relearned again and will continue learning for the rest of my life. So with five days until I turn 30, here are just 50 of the thousands of lessons my 20s have taught me, with heartfelt thanks to every person who has helped teach me over the last ten years, and lifetime, whether you knew you were helping or not.

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Who am I?

Who am I? I'm someone who feels deeply, who in any given moment feels and holds multiple conflicting, contrasting, complimentary and complex emotions, sensations, experiences, all at once and separately in individual layers, together and apart. I'm someone who believes that we, all of us, as unique and connected and complex human beings, have an… Continue reading Who am I?

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other days

Some days I can't find the words to tell you all the ways I am barely breathing. Some days I don't have words to explain the panic attack that forced me to remain indoors and to shut out the world for it was the only option I had to regain my breath and remember how… Continue reading other days

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21 Reasons Why Victims of Rape and Sexual Abuse Do Not Report (Told Through 21 Real Life Voices) ~ Huffington Post

Click here for the full article at The Huffington Post Throughout my life, from childhood into adulthood, I have been raped and sexually assaulted multiple times, and not once have I reported an incident. Recently I read a comment on an article I wrote about the last time I was sexually assaulted, stating they were… Continue reading 21 Reasons Why Victims of Rape and Sexual Abuse Do Not Report (Told Through 21 Real Life Voices) ~ Huffington Post

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I hope you know, love

I hope that in the moment this world stops turning you will know with unflinching certainty that I loved you, that I always loved you and that my life has been richer for you being in it. As you make your way through the days ahead I hope you find love to be more the… Continue reading I hope you know, love

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the anxiety that holds

i'm wondering where this life starts and where it ends. is it somewhere between the inhale of a sharp breath and the wilting of a leaf, or drowning in exhales while the sun gives rise to a new day? it sometimes feels like the world will come to a crashing end if i don't solve… Continue reading the anxiety that holds

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The Last Time I Was Sexually Abused: “No More” ~ Huffington Post

The Last Time I Was Sexually Abused: No More - Huffington Post For the full article click here: The Last Time I Was Sexually Abused: No More - Huffington Post

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Suicide & Love: We Are Not Alone {Elephant Journal}

I see the calls at this time of year for words on suicide—asking for stories and experiences and prevention advocacy and advice. Before now I felt that I had nothing to add to the conversation. I thought, “my story isn’t as worthy as theirs,” or “I’ve never attempted suicide, so the suicidal feelings I experience… Continue reading Suicide & Love: We Are Not Alone {Elephant Journal}

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through doors

i'm tiptoeing through closed doors, finding there's not enough space to walk back through. fighting in a war with myself that i can only lose if i do not let go, let be, let life pass through and in here. when did i get so scared of my own voice? the knowing that knew me… Continue reading through doors

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fingerprints

They asked me why I was here and I told them I didn't know. But I had some ideas. Like how a single word can take my breath away, while reminding me how to breathe again. Like how the miles that stand between us hold me closer than the one touching my hand. Like how… Continue reading fingerprints