As I approach my 10 year TSW (topical steroid withdrawal) anniversary on June 15th, sitting in my bed – the bed that has been both my prison and sanctuary on and off throughout these years, in a body that has felt more like a cage than anything else. The body that, in the present moment,…
I’m no “big shot” professional writer. But I have always loved writing, for as long as I can remember. Now, it’s been a little over four years that I’ve been writing. However, I’ve been writing for other publications, other people, and not so much for myself. But now, I want to write both for myself…
When I was four years old, I almost died of starvation in former Yugoslavia. I remember what it feels like. And I don’t mean that as an idea, but as a physical, very real truth. Hunger wasn’t just a word for me. It was pain and suffering, waiting and not knowing if I’d survive, and…