Author kraush
For my piece, I wanted to do a play on the iconic American painting “American Gothic” by Grant Wood. This image depicts a scientist/healthcare provider with a red ‘x’ over their mouth and a rural farmer infected with the measles…. Continue Reading →
The rustling of plastic bags, beeps of the machine, and the whirling noises of the pneumatic tube stations. These are the sounds of the work behind the scenes in the hospital, when you get your blood drawn or any other… Continue Reading →
When you’re dealing with anxiety, your identity becomes warped through an altered sense of perception. When you’re dealing with health-based anxiety, you zoom in and only focus on parts of yourself. I’m a freckle that could be cancerous. A heartbeat that feels a little off. Is that normal? Have I always looked that way? Am I going to die?
How do you love yourself when you are the source of your pain? Fuck depression. Fuck hating on myself.