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What does a chef, a secretary, a book seller, a personal assistant, a make up artist, a cashier, a personal shopper, a barista, a dog walker, a cold caller, a set painter, a pre-med student, a nursing student, a warehouse worker, an editor, and a writer ALL have in common?

Let me out.

The way I see it, when we are born, we are rapidly ushered onto an elevator, each year of life a floor. With each ding, we are rushed by more and more people. The lift is filled with narrow thoughts, words, and ideas. There is nowhere else to turn as…

“From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them, and that is eternity.” — Edvard Munch

A poetic essay on the impending death of a nation.

There is a sickness that the United States of America is utterly rife with. And it deserves all the drama and alarm that that first sentence carries with it.

This aftershock of the plague is a plague in and of itself. A plague to the many due to the complacency…

My Scarlett, November 2018.

Space. This word is almost always thought of in terms of what is beyond our atmosphere. The planets and stars all sitting above us, watching (and influencing, as some believe).

There is also the space we have created now with social distancing in light of this global pandemic. This physical…

I see you, child. And you are loved. I wish I could scoop you up now and tell you it’ll be okay. Me, almost about 2, 1989.

Thirty three years it took for me to realize how dangerous my mother was to my health. There were many times in my life where I knew something was terribly wrong, but I didn’t act. Just like an abuser, even if I got angry and threatened, there was always a…

A poem about me by a dear old friend and mentor, Lori Howsare. One of the people who has still remained by me.

I woke up today. I brushed my teeth and loaded the dishwasher. I folded laundry and took a shower. And for a modicum of time, I felt like a wife and a mother.

Not someone with mental illness. Not someone who feels alone in a crowded room. …

Adult Children Dealing with Toxic Parents

Last week I got some of the best news I have gotten in a while: I am pregnant with my second child and my husband’s first. This is something that we wanted. This is something that I was prepared for this time around. …

How Neurodiverse Lovers Find Peace in One Another

My husband and I taking a moment together to break down just before moving day this year.

I have been very vocal about my life before I met my husband. Many know that I was an alcoholic. Many know that I was suffering with unchecked mental illness. Many know I battled drug addiction and severe anxiety. And with every person I let in passed that veil of…

Jude Catapano

Pronouns: they/them/their + Email: ajcatapanowrites@gmail.com + URL: judecatapano.medium.com + IG: @jude_catapano_art

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