Fairley Lloyd

Telling people that they’re “too sensitive” is often an easy way to avoid being criticized for your behavior.

There are so many things in life we think we’re “supposed” to do.

My flash fiction, "Bookworm Love," appears in the inaugural issue of Chasing Shadows Magazine (p54).

I never would have learned this about myself had I not been in therapy.

When I say I’m a feminist, I’m saying that I believe that women are, above all else, human.

Why are we so caught up with what other people do with their bodies?

I’ve heard countless times that you need to know your worth. It was something I learned in therapy, something I read in countless self-help articles, something my friends have said from time to time. But hearing that you’re worth it doesn’t make it true, nor does it make you magically believe it.

Escapism at its finest.

It can be hard to believe the best in humanity when all you see and hear is the worst. But if you look around you, you will see that is not the case.

It’s OK to not be OK, and it’s OK to tell people you’re not OK

We’re here, we’re queer, and we’re proud of who we are.

Women aren’t caricatures, and reducing them to such is beyond absurd.

People who experience psychosis are not “crazy,” nor are they any different than a person experiencing depression or other illnesses.

It’s bad enough to have a highly contagious disease that can be deadly, but when you have people stigmatizing you for having such a disease, it’s even worse.

Grief comes and goes in waves; it can hit you when you least expect it, or it may not hit you even though you think it would in certain instances.