becoming eileen

This life I have been given. It is just me right here. Me, this body, this night, and Fear. But. I am scared to give in to the night...

“ When he looked into her dark eyes, and saw that her lips were poised between a laugh and silence, he learned the most important part of...

So I stay up and I stare at the ceiling And ask myself if I should even share these feelings Then I hear a voice in the distance from a...

Stepping into your power is a mind-fuck. There. I said it. And yes, the strong language is necessary when describing this life-altering...

TW: Assault Memories Three hundred and sixty-five days. Five hundred, twenty-five-thousand, and six hundred minutes. OR. One breath per...

“Smile though your heart is aching. Smile even though it’s breaking. When there are clouds in the sky, you’ll get by. If you smile...

to Hold grief, a palmful at a time. to Release grief, a tear at a time. to Allow grief, to Live a moment at a time. How do we hold grief?...

I left my window of tolerance yesterday. One minute, I am an hour into work and just being a badass bartender. I was on. I was happy. I...

Hello. I’ve been challenged to write more. I find discipline is one of my most lacking strengths. So, discipline towards something that...

Because I faced my dragons… the world is suddenly alight. The sky is bluer. The grass is greener. The wind is a reminder. The earth is my...

I Lost My Fear And then I realized that to be more alive I had to be less afraid so I did it… I lost my fear and gained my whole life....

TW: Sexual Assault Last week I started EMDR. My first session was the hardest thing I have done in this lifetime. And god damn it, I’ve...

TW: Sexual Assault There are moments in life that shape us. There are moments in life that forever change how we see the world around us....

I would take it all back. I would lose everything. I would give anything. I would sacrifice it all to find my way back. Back to...

I’m sitting on my blue living room couch listening to instrumental Irish music. Bumble is perched behind me. It is 11:20pm on December...

shame erodes my withered hills. crevices within me etched, shame dripping from the inky point. my root cries out for water 24 years...

When I was in Ireland, I stayed in the small village of Laragh, which was a close walk to the Glendalough National Park. These mountains...

TW: Assault, PTSD, Trauma Hello. My name is Kasey. I am an assault survivor. These pages are for me to write. To Process. To Heal. I've...