You crushed me. I am a siren. Half-woman, half-bird. I would fly away if I could but instead I’m landlocked — destined for lethargy like the Greeks. I charm the winds and lure men to their death. I crash their ships along my rocky shores. The words on the screen…

My therapist says she can tell I’m trusting myself more these days than ever before. I shift, smile weakly as I thank her and wish I remembered to bring my water bottle in from the car. I wish she could see the doubts that perch on each thought like a…

I’ve sat down at my computer so many times with the hope of writing it all down. The urge comes to me when my mood is particularly feral; just put it all down on paper. If I can read my own story, maybe I will begin to understand it. And…