Pain does funny things to our cognitive abilities. It muddies our vision, fogs our thinking, and makes it insanely difficult to remember important information. I remember, as a teenager, getting my fingers pinched in a door. Damn, that hurt. I let out a string of curse words in front of my uber-religious mom and I didn’t really care at the moment. My cognitive functions shut down briefly.In the moment, […]
I’m sitting in the waiting room of the VA medical clinic in rural Illinois…waiting, hyper-aware of everyone around me: The old man in his wheelchair, snoring. The young man in an Army ball-cap sitting in the corner, cross-armed with a very serious look. The middle-aged man cleaning his fingernails with a folded piece of paper. And me: not white, not old, not man. I try not […]
Writing has saved my life over and over again. These are the words I would have shared with my younger self as I began on the journey of writing, journaling, and healing.
Censorship, aimed at suppressing the “unacceptable”, is one way of limiting ourselves and our growth. Yet, it’s evident that when we suppress anything, it tends to resurface in symbolic, and often more powerful, ways. There is nothing more injuring to the artist than censorship; and we are all the artist.