Tagged depression

Girl Code, Responsibility, Accountability and In Lak Ech

I didn’t believe my friend when she was raped. …… The last few years in Tucson have been a struggle to survive. With the battles in our communities and legislation targeting brown people of color on indigenous land – we have nearly killed each other and the work and the fight and the fighting has made us all sick – susto. It deserves writing that will never end now that it has started. Through it all, I now reflect on two moments when I know I fucked up. I monumentally fucked up and hurt other women. When it first happened,…

grey days

grey days settle like dust outline my body feels like death watch the clock hour by hour until grey nights begin their shift.eyes open, incessant images loop. las manos de mi abuela patting dough coated with flour into tortillas las manos patting. dough folded into tortillas. flour dust settling. las manos de mi abuela. I haven’t moved in 6 hours, feels like 1, feels like 12. she died when I was 14.my bed comforts me as much as it reminds me I am ungrateful wasting time wasting away what a waste my friend with MS my cousin with cancer my…