I Am Jane Doe: The Cornell 7, the Silence Around Sexual Assault, and Why We Believe Her

There is a phrase spreading across the internet right now: I am Jane Doe. Women are saying it. Men are saying it. Survivors are saying it. People who have never experienced sexual violence themselves but understand exactly what is at stake are saying it too. They are not claiming to be the young woman at the center of the Cornell 7 case. They are trying to make her harder to find, and perhaps that tells us almost everything we need to know about the world survivors are still expected to navigate.

I’ve Got It: When Hyper-Independence Becomes Both Armor and AuDHD Survival

There is a particular kind of exhaustion that comes from being the person who always says, “I’ve got it.” Not because you actually have it. Not because you want to carry everything alone. But because somewhere along the way, doing it yourself became safer than depending on anyone else. Hyper-independence is often discussed as a…

How Dysautonomia Impacts Daily Life: My Story

After sharing my latest heart and tilt-table updates, I realized something: I keep throwing around words like IST, dysautonomia, tachycardia, autonomic nervous system, and adrenergic response as though everyone has spent the last several months earning an honorary medical degree alongside me. 😅 Most people haven’t, so I thought it might be helpful to explain…

The Porch Light Is Still On: When Loving a Friend Means Stepping Away

There is a quote that has been sitting particularly heavy with me lately: “No one trashes your name better than someone who is afraid you’ll tell people the truth.” Whew. That is a loaded statement. And unfortunately, it’s one I’ve learned the truth of more than once in my life. I’ve never been particularly good…

When a “Negative” Tilt-Table Test Became Anything but Negative

Test Experience Today, I finally had my tilt-table test—and saying it started off rough would be an understatement. Before the test had even begun, the doctor looked at my baseline numbers and announced that I was “so negative for everything.” The nurses actually had to talk him into proceeding with the test that I was…

The Rosy Maple Moth: subtle but still powerful.

The Rosy Maple Moth looks like something painted by a daydreaming goddess with a sweet tooth. With its bubblegum pink legs, buttery yellow wings, and tiny fuzzy body, it barely feels real when you spot one resting near your porch light or curled beside your doorway at night. 🌙🍓✨

The Quiet Magic of a Chronically Ill Witch

There’s a version of me the outside world doesn’t see. She is not standing tall in a candlelit circle every night, not draped in ritual regalia, not summoning storms with a flick of her wrist. No… this version of me is sitting on the edge of the bed, calculating energy like it’s currency. How much…