The Wounds

Five to Ten Minutes

A mother lies down with her daughters every night. What she finds there is the love she never knew she was capable of giving. Or receiving.

Mar 13 • Alisa Sieber

The First Heartbreak

A poem I wrote when I was 15

Jan 4 • Alisa Sieber

I Was in Hell While Living a Fairytale

Over flat wine from France, I could finally be honest with my husband about the fairytale life I'd been performing. About the castle where I felt…

Nov 1, 2025 • Alisa Sieber

The Intimacy Paradox

I sang my truth to a room full of people in our newly built dome, but being witnessed by the one person who knows me best still feels impossible.

Oct 28, 2025 • Alisa Sieber

The Last Dance in an Empty House

I thought the hole my daughter made broke something. The truth is more complicated: it revealed what was already broken, what I'd been hiding behind…

Feb 7, 2025 • Alisa Sieber

I Built Myself to Be Wanted

What happens when desirability becomes your survival strategy.

Feb 24, 2003 • Alisa Sieber

Fifteen and Already Burned Out

Growing up in a volatile home can wire stress as baseline. A reflection on emotional regulation, attachment intensity, and breaking generational cycles.

Feb 3, 2003 • Alisa Sieber

I’m the Bitch, Eh?

A fourteen-year-old tries to solve heartbreak like a crime scene.

Feb 16, 2002 • Alisa Sieber

What If My Trauma Was My Only Talent?

How early instability shapes identity formation and why equating chaos with selfhood can trap us in unhealthy relationship patterns.

Feb 21, 2001 • Alisa Sieber

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