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Further Notes on Reclaiming Borderline and Resisting the Sane Gaze
content notes: very brief mentions of overdose, suicidality, unintentional weight loss I recently published an essay on The Establishment blog, Reclaiming Borderline: Dreaming New Meanings into Borderline Personality Disorder. As noted in the essay, among my intentions were to write … Continue reading
The Tale of the Stolen Backpack
I’ve been spending my time between Seattle & Tacoma for the last month, and I’m flying home at the end of the weekend. A midnight flight – I’m unsure if I should sleep on the flight(s) & chug free coffee, … Continue reading
Turning Twenty-Seven
In four days, I’ll be celebrating my twenty-seventh birthday. When I was much younger, I thought my twenties would be like an episode of Friends, but by the time I reached my twenties, I was so suicidally depressed that I … Continue reading
Maranda Elizabeth 