Write for the joy, the laughter, the sparkle of love for you in his eyes, the broken glass on the kitchen floor, the tears of a young one whose dreams you’ve torn, the twisting knife in your gut, the confetti, the triumphs and the losses.
Write for all you are.
Looks like we are back here again,
it’s been too long since sharing some thread of thought on this platform.
5 years after moving to Davis, I am in Sacramento. A lab manager, a junior specialist in an electrophysiology lab
my sister never leaves me voicemail anymore
a reminder of all the times as a defiant teenager that I ignored her pleas for me to come back
the guilt I carry in my heart weighs me down to this day when I hear her 11-year old voice reaching out to me, asking for Ate to…
In the years I spent away working to get my degree and build a career, she paid the price of being with Mom. I finally got her back, my sweet sister, at 18. We’re finally living, different but still loved.
She doesn’t leave me voicemails anymore because I pick up the phone,
I am firm. I am strong. I am a future healthcare professional. I am a writer. I know that I am capable. I am getting there though I am crawling. It will happen. I will happen. I am.
i want to give my younger self a hug that swings her off her feet around in circles until the world blurs into light streaks. when i put her down, i’ll give her a sword so she can fight instead of break.
Write for the joy, the laughter, the sparkle of love for you in his eyes, the broken glass on the kitchen floor, the tears of a young one whose dreams you’ve torn, the twisting knife in your gut, the confetti, the triumphs and the losses.
Write for all you are.
America, why are you not people-centered and focusing on being profit-centered?
Why are you moving backwards in reproductive health instead of forwards in it, in education and in the healthcare system?
America, why is your government becoming a circus….
i want to give my younger self a hug that swings her off her feet around in circles until the world blurs into light streaks. when i put her down, i’ll give her a sword so she can fight instead of break.
…the child’s angry behavior and faults instead of taking accountability of how they are the problem in the first place, they are the reason why the child is reacting that way.
mom called the cops on my sister again for my sister’s angry reaction towards mom’s narcissistic and pessimistic views on my sister.
classical move of an abusive parent: blow up the reaction of the child and play the victim to anyone who would listen. making the issue abt…
i should be happy that i graduated in a STEM degree, that I work in two fields directly with kids and in neuroscience research. i should be happy that i have big girl job and a couple more job interviews lined up for research. but something is missing? like within me?