What It’s Like To Live Here

Depression is the place you always come back to, and though its landscape is ugly, the colours muddied and muted, it feels strangely like home.

I Am Not Your Wife, Sister Or Daughter. I Am A Person.

Framing the issue this way for rape apologists can seem useful. I totally get that. It feels like you’re humanizing the victim and making the event more relatable, more sympathetic to the person you’re arguing with.