I am excited to announce that my third poetry book, Eve's Garden, is now available for purchase! Head over to my Publications page, or straight to Amazon, for more information or to purchase! If you like what you're reading (or if you don't) be sure to leave a review , and take a look at… Continue reading ‘Eve’s Garden’ Is Now Available!
Photo by Andrei Lazarev on Unsplash ♦ Today I had the immense pleasure of listening to Professor John Baker speak on the worldwide movement to reduce restrictive practices with the National Elf Service podcast. The amount of presented occasions in which restrictive measures are warranted are actually few and far in between. In this ten minute segment, they… Continue reading Musing on Restrictive Practices in Mental Institutions
I had experienced something life-changing, something I found that the wide majority of people felt REALLY uncomfortable with my talking about.
Photo by Iñaki del Olmo on Unsplash What is Mental Health Policy? Mental Health Policy governs the legal mechanisms by which resources for mental health care are distributed, as well as the definitions that determine who can be civilly committed, that is who can be involuntarily committed in mental healthcare facilities for treatment. Because those… Continue reading Humble Beginnings: A Brief Introduction to Mental Health Policy
Photo by henri meilhac on Unsplash ♦ In my short life, I have had the immense privilege of experiencing two graduate programs, one at the University of California Los Angeles and the other - my current program - at the University of California Irvine. My time in both programs can be easily characterized as stressful,… Continue reading Imposter Syndrome: Thoughts on Mental Health and the World Around Us
We are resilient enough, responsive enough, and observant enough to be the leaders in our own destiny.
I am still learning the depth of the word "unforgivable".
The grease thickened cooling even as it found purchase between myself and my heated gaze. My reflection seemed as angry as I, but at what, she could not say. My scalp is pouring into the sweet decay of early morning. "Stay," it gurgles, and my thighs stick together to prevent me from leaving I can… Continue reading Recycled Waste
The moon pulls me into a watery swell dipping her pointed crescent and twisting it for good measure. Where there once was question and answer, good and evil, now rests the weight of my heart. Ma'at holds Her scales steady as she dredges out the truth, unbothered neither by the endless flow of salt water… Continue reading Fishing for Nothing in Particular