©Sofía Álvarez Jurado In 2004, the country group Rascal Flatts released their song Bless the Broken Road. Seventeen years later, I...

Sometimes it feels like a mental flu pulling me toward this headspace that’s just an unending cycle of devastation, guilt, and rage....

I was confused and ashamed. I didn't blame him; I blamed myself for being too scared to explicitly say 'no'. My school friends still hung ou

©Illustration by Sofía Alvarez A year of living with four messy roommates – I’m talking pasta-clogged kitchen sinks and rubbish bins...

©Sofía Alvarez Jurado I graduated in the Summer of 2021, but the end of my studies never felt like it had a clear cut-off. Like many, I...

We are all looking to belong to a group and find people we can connect with in a profound level. People who we have things in common...

⚠trigger warning: this testimony includes references to sensitive topics, such as psychiatric disorders and suicidal thoughts. Proceed at...

©Illustration by Sofía Alvarez I moved to the Netherlands from Canada to pursue my studies in Engineering and jump-start my career....

I’m in Madrid, in my fourth year of university. Suddenly classes are canceled. No reason to stay all alone in the hostile capital city....

I've always been a healthy person, who ate everything, and thank God I never lacked anything in my life. When my parents separated, I...

The author of this story has chosen to remain anonymous. ©Illustration by Sofía Alvarez On September 20th 2021, I decided I should give...

I felt guilty, I thought it was my fault, that I shouldn’t have gotten involved with him in the first place. Some people would tell me that,

©Eva Crouzet-Takizawa [I use the adjectives “trans” and “transsexual” when referring to myself. However cis people should know that the...

It’s Wednesday, 7pm, and I’m crying for no precise reason. I guess I’m not alone; these days are terrible for many of us. But I’ve been...

(Version française originale en bas) I have laid these words on paper a dozen times, trying to find the right words to express what it is...

No doubt if these woods were burning someone would cry for help. She would like to scream “Fire!” but she can’t even scream “Rape”. We often

©Illustrations by Sophia Riahi It’s funny how time makes everything clearer. What follows, these words that I am finally willing to lay...

(Names have been changed to conserve the privacy of individuals) I was 16 when I was sexually assaulted. It was at the beginning of...

I did an internship on the summer of 2019. It was far away and I had to do over an hour of train every morning to get there. At some...

(The names in this story have been changed for anonymity purposes) It is important for me to stress that this story happened to me when I...