I’ve always felt an affinity for Medea. Which, I guess, explains a lot about how my life has turned out. For the cops, though, that wasn’t explanation enough for why I was in a cemetery, at midnight, splatted with goat’s blood and chalk dust.
roach (aka Raechel Henderson) has lived most of her life in the cage of other people’s lives. She dyes her hair pink because what is the point of having hair if you can’t look like a superhero? Currently she is dealing with mental health issues, including depression and anxiety (with a dash of panic attacks thrown in for flavor). She is married to a super hot warrior-poet and is the mother to two brilliant children. Her goal with this blog is to chronicle her attempt at healing herself, and living a creative and happy life.View all posts by roach