I’m not a damsel and there is no distress

What I have learned lately is that people deal with death in all sorts of ways. Some of us fight against it, doing everything we can to make it not true. Some of us lose our selves to grief. Some of us lose ourselves to anger.

I used to be embarrassed by my mom, but now I know what she is-she's a hero.

It's a lot easier to understand things once you name them. It's the unknown that mostly freaks me out. I don't know the name of that fear, but I know I've got it, the fear of the unknown.

I am not 'most' and I am not 'people'.

Emotions are real, just not the reasons behind them.

I’m not a damsel and there is no distress