Six years ago, I was a resident in an all-girls intensive residential program through the Department of Mental Health. It was a locked program with hefty security measures. Intricate rules…
I ran out of the house in my robe and slippers. The air was heavy. Looking at the house at that moment, it felt unfamiliar; darker, colder. It didn’t feel…
When I was a sophomore, I stopped going to school. Not by choice, but because I got swept up by the system. What I thought was going to be a…