The Things I Didn’t Say
Do you lie awake at night and think about the things you could have or should have said but didn’t? I do. Constantly. Here is my list.
AwkAnxAvg 6: Alarm Clock
In the sixth installment of Awkward, Anxious, and Average, Jayla can’t sleep. Her intrusive alarm clock keeps her up at night.
AwkAnxAvg 2: Mindful-what?
All I need to do is breathe. Breathe and clear my mind. Feet planted firmly on the ground? Check. Palms faced up, on my lap? Check. Great! Now, take a deep breath in and slowly exhale. Okay, you are doing it, Jayla. Just keep it up. Wait, you’re […]
Reflection: 50th Blog Post
Hello friends, I believe this is a milestone, this post makes my 50th blog post. I honestly did not imagine any kind of future with this blog, so I try to take it day by day. As I mentioned previously, I usually tend to give up on things […]
An Open Letter to a Dear Friend
Content warning: Suicide
If you are struggling, especially when suicidal thoughts and ideation makes you believe you are alone and worthless, please know these three things: you are loved, you will be missed, and the world is better with you in it. These sound like cliches, but it is true! You have an abundance of support from complete strangers. Your existence here makes a difference.
Poem: I Owe You Nothing
My curves and my smile were not made for you you are not entitled to my body, my consent, or my peace of mind. Keep your hands in your pockets, keep your lustful thoughts and your twisted fantasies to yourself. Do not question me, I owe you nothing. […]
“Stop Resisting!”
A phrase that, theoretically, is supposed to stop us in our tracks. Someone with coerced authority tells us to stop resisting and we are obligated to become compliant. Despite the egregiousness of the offense, we are expected to relinquish opposition and concede. We hear this command from police […]
Stretch Marks
I do not like my stretch marks, I never have. The unflattering lines dance across my body, a waltz of imperfection. The mirror is unkind to me, my zig-zags of insecurities exposed. My hips, my waist, my arms alike, are cloaked to avoid any unforeseen gaze. Then I […]
To Write Or Not to Write
This will be more of a ramble post, I apologize in advance. I keep most of my thoughts in my head and the fact that I have been letting them out, little by little, every week kind of freaks me out. This is probably a good thing, but […]
Our Fictitious Child
Austin and I do not want children, I have mentioned it here. It is something we have always agreed on. As much as our parents want more grandchildren, and as much as we are well aware we would make great parents, they will have to be learn to […]
