Give your blood to the cause

I remember breathing hard, trying to control my terrified heart while a sort of unbreakable resolution took over my troubled self. My mind was clear enough, but my hands shook, my legs felt like jelly. I was using the little strength I had at the tender age of nine to force my small body against the kitchen counter, using my butt to prevent anyone from getting near the drawer full of knives. It wasn’t anyone that I feared would try to gain access to it, though. It was my sister. Continue reading “Give your blood to the cause”

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You can do whatever you want

You can. There’s no question about it. The only one who can stop you is, well, you. I know – everyone says that. But there’s something particularly true in what is timelessly repeated.

It’s very easy to find excuses. I don’t want to hurt him. She will be mad at me. I will disappoint them. I will be judged for it. They won’t understand. I don’t know how. What if I fail?

They’re all excuses. Stop this, right now. You can. And you should. Continue reading “You can do whatever you want”

10 feminist songs that you should know about

Maybe you already know them. Maybe you don’t (you probably have already heard at least a few). Either way, I decided to come up with a list compiling what I believe to be 10 of the best songs celebrating female strength and character. Continue reading “10 feminist songs that you should know about”

…and their impact on me.

North-American singer Josh Ritter has a beautiful song called “Change of Time”, of which I only know about because it was played in an episode of one of my favorite TV shows, The Blacklist. I was on the verge of tears when I heard it the first time. Continue reading “…and their impact on me.”

Two sides of the river

I am afraid. I wonder if you can see that. Sometimes, when the night is dark and I am alone, the fear comes and covers me like a shabby old blanket that I never wanted. Others, it manifests itself like a pill that got stuck in my throat and now scratches the esophagus, brings tears to the eyes and provokes such suffocating desperation that I become aggressive and defensive – towards you and anyone else who dares to be curious. Continue reading “Two sides of the river”