More often than not, high school felt like my first taste of freedom. There was nothing organic about my high school experience and I often found myself disgustingly uncomfortable in my own skin. I hated myself. I was judgmental. I was unmotivated and most of all, I was un-able to consider that I was any… Continue reading Once Upon An Identity Crisis…
High school… Okay… Jocellyn Wanted her once. Katie Every one had her once. Erin Kissed her. Taylor Kissed her sister. Ashley Loved her. Ashley Loathed her. One more Ashley Lost her in the mix of Ashley’s. Alexis Fun to look at. Meagan Liked girls. Kimberly Didn’t stop me from loving Ashley Number One. Krystal Loved… Continue reading In 30 ladies or less?
I was so close to my dream, I felt like if I blinked I would miss everything that I worked so hard for. 2 time provincial medalist, 8th place win in nationals, level 1 coach. I’ve always been the volleyball girl. Back in Cold Lake, I was the girl who played club volleyball. Moving to kindersley, I… Continue reading Don’t wake me, I’m dreaming…
Even though I had become this girl who seemed to fade into the background, I was now a genuinely nice person. And soon that meant more to me than popularity ever did. My high school experience (which just to be clear, isn’t over yet) has been anything but boring. I was barely 13 years old… Continue reading “Knight without fear and without reproach”
It was the BEST of times. It was the WORST of times. Who was I in high school? Let me begin with explaining the idea that this journey has not been completed. High school continues to be a present tense, and with graduation coming this June, I could not be happier to say “see ya… Continue reading Hello, Adelle. So happy you made it from the other side.
I take issue when people judge others for their decision on how to manage their mental illness. I have found that people who have experience with mental illness use various metaphors in an attempt to articulate what it feels like for them; people connect with metaphor. I fear any metaphor I could conjure would only… Continue reading Nina McKinstry is your spirt animal. And yours. And yours. And yours.
I never even thought about writing a piece for a blog before. I didn’t think I would have anything interesting to say that people would think was worth reading. So now here I am, taking on the challenge! WHY NOT? Hmmm. So what do I say now? You would think when we live in a… Continue reading You have the right to remain anonymous. Anything you say or do won’t be used against you.