After dragging myself for months through French social theory and writing until my eyes were blurry, I¬†submitted my master’s research thesis on December 6th, 2013. I was done. My brain was tired.

And I stopped reading. I burned out.

It took me months to start reading again. I felt guilty I wasn’t reading, but I could not make myself. So months past, my guilt became fierce and I had to do something, so I began reading feminist fiction. It was a healthy way to ease me back into reading – a hobby that I have always loved, but one that turns into self harm over the last weeks of thesis work.

It now has been almost four years since I submitted my thesis and the itch to read deeply, to think critically, to research, and to write has become fierce.

Now my brain is tired of not being challenged and stretched. I have been busy, but bored. I have enjoyed my career journey, but now I’m in a place where I want to research again, to think and write.

This is what this page is. It is my musings about domestic and sexual violence, abuse, religion, prevention, and our culture – all things of which I am passionate.

I speak from my own experience and research. I speak from no authority but my own. I am currently not affiliated with any organization and a day will come where I am, so please know these are my thoughts and mine alone.

Thank you for reading. I am glad you are here.