Everyone's asleep except me. And you.

Judged

Judged

I can’t help but feel that the therapists I’ve trusted have opinions on what I tell them.

Judgements about who I am.

They will deny it, flatly.

It’s their professional imperative to do so.

But it’s also a direct denial of their humanity.

I hate the pretense.

Artistic Statement

Artistic Statement

Getting Rid of the Books

Getting Rid of the Books