The fact that people came to our house meant that my mom was special for living here. She was providing an environment in which no other relative could replicate: true family history. I used to love this fact. I wanted to help make others feel like they're coming home for Christmas, too. I used to feel genuine joy from seeing relatives I don't normally get to see. Every year, I would send them thank you cards, commenting on how I hope to see more of them during the year, as well. I thought I had a real family.
Trigger Warning: Psychological and physical abuse, and suicidal thoughts Why don't I post more often? I want to! I have a lot of old blog posts from HubPages that could use a good revision or two and would be better housed here. Perhaps, eventually; or, I will write entirely new content. My main struggle when … Continue reading A Trauma Survivor’s Experience with Therapy
I filed for unemployment for the first time in my life in March 2020 in my home state of NJ. I was working for a temp agency. I had quit my low-wage job for the millionth time to pursue an office career; unfortunately, after a month or so in a position I enjoyed, the virus … Continue reading The Failure of Unemployment in America
Image by author. An article about and letter to those giving out advice before it's requested to underemployed college graduates struggling to find a job. Dear Employed College Graduate of Any Age We humbly appreciate your willingness in attempt to save us underemployed, struggling college graduates who will likely be working for low wages until … Continue reading Please Stop Giving Unsolicited Advice to Underemployed College Graduates
My personal experience as a college graduate going nowhere with my respectable degree, and how it relates to countless others in the same situation. Partial image of own diploma by Social Thoughts I have decided that, instead of ranting on a social networking site, I would rant on here in a productive way. Perhaps, my … Continue reading Reflections of an English Major College Graduate