One of the hardest lessons I’m yet to learn, despite my therapist’s best efforts, is to live in a middle way. Despite the allusion to Buddhist philosophy, it doesn’t have much to do with it. I have a personality disorder that one of the main symptoms is the constant mood swings, so I’m always swinging by good and bad, depression and mania, life is a bless and life sucks.
I’ve been diagnosed since 2019 when I had an episode and went to ER, until that moment I thought — because that’s what my doctor said to me — that I…
The last day before #PrideMonth I was searching innocently in Wikipedia about a tv show I was watching and, of course, being the little gay gossip girl that I am, I went to the ‘personal life’ section of one of the actors and I discovered that he was gay. And that wasn’t surprising. What got me thinking was the fact that when he came out to the public he said he did it later in life because he didn’t want to “raise a little flag” (it is a literal translation of ‘levantar bandeirinha’ in Portuguese and it means being seen…
I have been to therapy for two years now and I am yet to learn the valuable lesson of “you can’t save someone who doesn’t want to be saved”. But you must agree with me that it is hard to understand that when the person in question is your mother. Right?
My mom. The person who gave birth to me. The very first home that I knew.
It all sounds very poetic, but the reality is not that beautiful. Don’t get me wrong, I love my mom, but our relationship is kind of tricky. …
I never thought religion would be one of the hardest things for me to talk about but hey life is always surprising us. I want to tell, first, that I respect all religions and I truly find it beautiful that people have faith in something bigger than us, and that it helps them navigate through life. But, of course, for me, it is not the case.
I was born in a religious family, kind of. All my family says they believe in God, my dad and mom are Catholics, my sister I guess is just a believer, and my brother……
I’m back because the new you are gone
In a place far away
Where I can’t reach
Because the barriers aren’t just emotionally
But they’re real too
So I’m back for the old, that I got stuck for so long
And I always wondered if
I’m really free because if I shake myself too much
I can feel the chains that kept me in the same place for too long
So yeah, I’m back
And the depression is coming again
She’s reaching out and I am out of air from all the running I’ve been making
I’ll just let her take me this time
What I can lose this time?
Quarantine feelings is so much like suicidal feelings
I sadly watched a film that told the history of Marsha P. Johnson, one of the most knowingly black LGBT activists, Stonewall veteran, without knowing the film had being stolen from a POC trans woman¹ by a white man — and this is the base for this entire essay, or rant if we are going to be real about it, as it is the base for our LGBT movement today and has been since day one: white-middle-class gay people stealing the power of more marginalized people within our community, denying, by doing that, our very past.
It was until the…
There is no scientific research to support this statement, but I believe that every woman remembers the first time she menstruated. It is something that after a while becomes very natural and routine in our lives, but most of us probably panicked the first time they saw that amount of blood coming out of there. Menstruation is still taboo today and although we have countries with nuclear arsenals capable of destroying the planet, we also have countries where women do not have access to something as simple as an absorbent.
I must admit that I have never been so concerned…
Não há pesquisa científica que me apoie nessa afirmação, porém acredito que toda mulher se lembre da primeira vez que menstruou. É algo que depois de um tempo se torna muito natural e rotineiro em nossas vidas, mas a maioria provavelmente entrou em pânico na primeira vez que viu aquela quantidade de sangue saindo dali. Menstruação ainda é um tabu atualmente e apesar de termos países com arsenais nucleares capazes de destruir o planeta, temos também países onde mulheres não têm acesso a algo tão simples quanto um absorvente.
Devo admitir que eu nunca me preocupei tanto com essa questão…
Why am I so drawn to stories about rape and abuse?
It would be normal for someone who has been abused to feel trigged by it, but after all this time in therapy — which isn’t long, to be honest — I feel somewhat okay to consume this kind of media. And let us be clear about what type of media I’m saying: it’s like Jane’s partial story in Big Little Lies or Charlie’s background in The Perks of Being a Wallflower or the Netflix’s short series Unbelievable. This type of media. …
I never knew indeed the truth. But doing therapy teached me somethings.