Kathryn D'Agostino

Tag: trauma

  • You are here

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    I know it’s unfair that I don’t name my trauma. I’ve never explicitly written about it. There are approximately 40 people in the whole world who know what I’m referencing when I speak of my trauma. But I also know that won’t always be the case. Whether people agree with it or not I am…

  • Dark

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    The darkness is insatiable devouring me limb from limb. Plucking every eyelash. Dislocating each finger. Evil has no boundaries, no limits. No goals. It feeds off of blackened hearts and troubled souls. It doesn’t need oxygen or life affirming care. It keeps going growing with no air. Darkness is spreading over me, hands tangled in…

  • Crying silently

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    Try your best they sayJust keep going But what if my best really isn’t that goodAnd what if I just want to sit and rest Are the adults in the room trying their best?Why do white men with titles get to do their worst?Why am I expected to do more and be better when there…

  • Naked

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    Cool and damp earth presses against my skin, moisture seeps through my cotton shirt, an ant is crawling across my bare shin. I can hear the rain dropping rhythmically on the tin roof and sliding down the wall of glass. I can’t see the outside world and no one can see me here on this…

  • Octopus Advice

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    I’ve meditated every morning for the past 209 days. By the time you’re reading this, it’ll be longer than that. I can genuinely say it has helped. But I still cry in the car and escape to the bathroom when I feel the first chest crushing blows of a panic attack. I don’t have the…

  • Anywhere

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    I’m not sure how to tell my story, I don’t know where to begin. And I sure, as hell don’t know where this ends. It’s just festering inside of me. It’s been festering inside of me like a disgusting abscess that someone mistakes for a pregnancy. I don’t know how else to put it. It’s…

  • Alone

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    Longing feels different here. In this moment.In this place. I want someone to read this. I want someone to hear this. I want other people to carry this burden with and for me. I know that’s unfair to ask.But I don’t care. I hate that. I lack. I lack the capacity to feign interest Or…

  • A group of three

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    I want to be the most boring person in the world I want people to never quite remember my name or physical features I wish nothing about me sparked interest I want no one to ever be confused if they like me or are just fascinated by me To wonder if they care about me…

  • Spiral

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    “Sometimes things go too fast and too slow all at once.” – July 19th I found this note today while tidying up my studio and realized I hadn’t sat down to look through pictures or even think much about this past weekend in Corner Brook. So much of my life the past couple of years…

  • What’s there to say about July

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    There was volunteering at Folk Fest, Girl’s Night, music at the Majestic, Sound Symposium, PRIDE, and new friends, an avalanche of “Yes’s”. It was busy but there were also quiet moments of reflection. And yet I don’t know how to share all that because the thing is any boasting of good fortune or good times…