Every night, I sleep in the same room where I was raped earlier this year. I look at the same wall I stared at as he groped me. I look up at the same ceiling that hung over us as he assaulted me. Every night, I close my eyes and try…

Now that Halloween is over, we need to talk about the exploitation of mental illness. Every year, haunted asylums open their doors to scare people with exaggerated depictions of mentally ill patients and every year, we see stores selling “mental patient” costumes. …

In March of this year, I was admitted to St. Joseph Mercy Hospital in Ypsilanti, Michigan for suicidal ideation. I stayed in the ER for 8 hours until I was admitted to the on-site psych ward. After a two-week-stay in their psychiatric unit, I was discharged. The plan was for…

No solace No direction No control

Last year, I was hit by a truck. I was riding my bike in Ypsilanti Township, MI enjoying the summer weather when I turned onto E. Clark Rd., a dangerously narrow road that has no sidewalks, shoulders, or bike lanes and boasts a 45 mph speed limit. As soon as…

On March 8th, I was admitted to a psychiatric facility for suicidal ideation. I spent my time in the psych ward writing, connecting with other patients, and processing my emotions. After two weeks of support groups and medication adjustments, I was discharged and went on my way, fully intent on…

After the riot in Washington D.C. on January 6th that resulted in 5 deaths and countless injuries, the chickens have come home to roost for the Trump administration. Since the riot, Trump has been muzzled by social media giants with his accounts and accounts promoting his rhetoric receiving bans from…

COVID-19 has disrupted the lives we once lived and made gatherings a thing of the not-so-distant past that feels like a lifetime ago. …

41 days ago, I was hit by a truck while riding my bike. The truck slammed into me and suddenly, time seemed slower. My body, entangled in my bike, disappeared underneath the truck. …