Over the past couple of years I’ve been finding comfort in escapism. As I think many of us have. Life has been challenging for all of us since the pandemic, and it can be soothing to lose yourself in an alternate reality, whether it be in books, TV shows, movies, music, or your own imagination. It can be a wonderful way to distract yourself and find relief from the demands of daily life…

After an experience I had last year, one that is all too common for women, rage has been bubbling beneath the surface just waiting to erupt. But being a woman and not wanting to appear “crazy” or “too emotional” I kept pushing it down telling myself to “get over it”. And trying to logic my way out of feeling the anger and pain associated with having been sexually assaulted, and all the other disheartening realities that rose to the surface about being a woman living in a patriarchal society…