Awakened Voiced Blog

Category: Essay

We are kicking off our blog with two editorials from one of our editors, Megan Otto. Her clear voice has guided much of Awakened Voices

1. The face of the desk lamp shined fierce light across my fingers as I typed the finishing touches on an assignment. It was a

I trembled at the altar in front of my future husband, Max, who wore a smart black tuxedo. His gentle, brown skinned, West Indian face

I sit cross-legged on her couch, running my hands up and down the sides of my thighs like a small child who has been asked

Forgive and forget. We hear these words used together so often that by the time we’re old enough to really think about what they mean,

Yes, my god, please, please fuck off. I can’t think of a better way to put it. Just fucking fuck off. Leave me alone, don’t

“My grief lies all within; and these external manners of lament are merely shadows to the unseen grief that swells with silence in the tortured

When I was nine, I sat, afraid, in a confession booth in the church I had been unwillingly dragged to nearly every Sunday of my

” It’s bittersweet, this love I have for you. It mixes with the pain and creates beautiful art. So many times I wish I could

” I did not settle for survival.” He was born weak, innocent, dependent and vulnerable just like every other human person that has ever come

” They are breaking stereotypes by showing emotions as men, providing the strength and support a survivor needs to see. ” As a clinician working

My mother entered a nursing facility on January 2, 2014, and thus I began yet another chapter in a long, dysfunctional story I really would