Toria Leigh

My insides match the chaos of the gale-force winds and sideways rain. The soggy leaves on the ground accurately depict what my mind feels like internally. At the beginning of the semester, I

My depression clung to me like a black lead cloak. A clasp held the cloak to my shoulders, bound by a lock for which I had no key. I've had various bouts of

I'm learning to wander. My Media and Society class did a required media fast. When the fast was announced, a room full of communication students turned into defense attorneys. I smiled and held

She hobbled, bent out of shape, like the Hunchback of Notre Dame. My heart tightened in my chest as I watched my mom struggle with a movement we take for granted: walking. I