Women’s History Month may be over, but that does not mean that issues surrounding women are going away.
Gun violence is a gruesome epidemic that permeates every part of our culture, and growing up with it can be exhausting. The percentage of gun related deaths every year in the U.S. far surpasses those of countries with similar levels of economic development. According to NPR, the United States’ rate of gun violence deaths is more than eight times the rate of Canada, and almost 100 times higher than the United Kingdom.
It does not feel real at first. You go into denial. You’re so used to how it feels to be with that person; then suddenly, you are left with a hole in your heart where they once were. Overnight, someone who was once your best friend becomes a stranger.
I was in an abusive relationship that lasted the better part of a year. After a long time of hiding, of not wanting to share my story, I have realized that telling this story could help someone.
This article is based on the movie “Dear Juliet,” and it is for everyone who has ever had their heart broken by someone who did not deserve to have their heart.
You take trips to visit each other’s houses and get a glimpse of who they were pre-college. You do fashion shows for each other, modeling the clothes you bought after a Saturday afternoon spent at thrift stores. You flop onto each other’s beds to complain about the most minor inconveniences.
Currently, my writing process looks a lot like an on-fire garbage can. It’s quick, it’s passionate, and it might be full of Panda Express and Cherry Coke.
He likes being close to you and will make sure you know how much he loves you, even while being swept away by dreams. Even if he is fast asleep, he will respond when you whisper, “I love you.” Some part of his brain will always be awake when it comes to you.
Now, as students return to campus in the 2021 fall semester, some will be relieved to see what resembles a return to normalcy. I, on the other hand, am battling a game of tug of war with excitement and fear. Returning to campus would be like ripping a piece of tape off the wall and trying to stick it back on.