A picture is a memory frozen in time. I own the memories. However, looking back, I find myself looking through the lens of the camera, de..
The humming of a perfect melody fills the room when a tiny silver dial is wound clockwise. Inside a metallic box, a petite woman dressed ..
Trauma has no type; It haunts the soldier dreaming to reunite with his family, only to realize home now feels like a battle zone. Trauma o..
“Some people’s lives seem to flow in a narrative; mine had many stops and starts. That’s what trauma does. It interrupts the plot. It just..
The mind is a powerful entity, so strong that it will protect us in even the most scarring moments of life. When our body is incapable of ..