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Grief is an inherent aspect of the human experience, and it manifests differently for each individual. Recently, I have been confronted...

Reflecting on my journey, there are some recommendations I would offer to my younger self, especially considering my move to Toronto when...

Abuse manifests in various forms, extending beyond physical harm. Verbal abuse, for instance, is a prime example where repetitive and...

I apologize for the delay in posting this week. It has been an exceptionally busy week, as indicated by the late hour at which this post...

In my upcoming series of posts, I will delve into the topics of Depression, Anxiety, and Stress. Six months ago, I made the decision to...

This post diverges from my usual content. One of my initial tasks upon relocating to Toronto was securing gainful employment, and it...

Considering my upbringing and the family I was born into, you might understand my strong aversion to the word "family." I often yearned...

The relentless passage of time carried on, each day stretching into what felt like an eternity. Living in constant fear was a torment I...

As the sands of time flowed on, the currents of life continued to steer my course, leading me into the realm of high school. The specific...

We had two sheds on our property. One of them was entirely made of wood, had shingles, a window, and a door. The second shed was also...

Eventually, I began waking up to the sensation of someone touching me at night. Whenever I would wake up, he would cover my mouth so that...

In my previous post, I mentioned my childhood paper route. At a certain point, the newspaper altered its delivery time from after school...

When queried with the phrase, "Do you remember when...," my consistent response is a regretful, "No, I'm sorry." The memories I have...

Today's entry will be concise. I came into this world as Wendy Anne Etna Jenkins on November 12, 1980, albeit nine weeks prematurely. I...