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I am going to finish this book, dammit.
I took one of the "easy" ways out.
"Pleasure is your birthright," and other things I want my daughter to know.
My heart is heavy but my ass is still fat.
On Sisterhood, Friendship Loss, And The Women We Become — Part I
I won't go through your phone anymore.
I’m taking a break from hunching.
The person controlling my simulation is bored.
What your mentally ill friends want you to know...
It's 4:33 am and I'm wide awake.
It is impossible for me to accept subpar love.
Why I'm no longer a Christian.
Is it a crime that I don’t desire new platonic friends?
I'm sorry for what I said as a purity culture pusher.
When depression joins your morning commute.
Thank you for the first 1,000.
I'm one catastrophic world event from believing we're living in a simulation. [Q&A]
My worst episode of mania led to my diagnosis.
"By The Time You Read This," a sad review.
Stop ignoring the bipolar elephant in the room.
Some of the things I wish I didn't give a shit about #2.
This essay houses my gay agenda.
[letters I never sent] The cool points are out the window.
I didn't come out to the world, I came into myself.
So much is happening and I can't share it with you.
2012: Paranoid thoughts, unbelief, and forbidden love.
Slow dancing to 'Snooze.' [a playlist]
What you should know about loving someone who is depressed.
Hello 32; Birthday reflections.
Smiles, Knots, & Reconnections
It's okay to say "I'm a great person."
The beauty of antipsychotics, my happy pills.
What I see when I look at my naked body.
[letters I never sent] I am not playing the tough guy, I just know you.
Dear Perpetually Sad Ash, joy is yours to have.
Wrestling with survivor's guilt.
Claiming my birthright and revealing my shadow artist.
[letters I never sent] I used to write you letters at midnight.
[photo journal] And it was all yellow.
January was finally good to me.
Dear Black man, therapy is for you too.
Who is Ashleigh Vaughn? An introduction.
I was the crazy lady throwing a fit in 7-Eleven.
Dear Self, I invite you to have peace.
From the morning page: I'm not enjoying this season of motherhood.
A good run is better than a bad stand; painfully untethered.