And Depression Is two hands squeezing strangling until you’re dry too dry so dry you wonder if desiccation only happens to corpses Depression is the fear that you’re immortal in a world of goodnight kisses painfully unlaced with cyanide staring into the void and letting it seep in until you are what is left a [...]
Stigma and The Arrest of A 1st Grader I can’t state it enough that stigma and stereotypes are at the root of so many unfortunate events such suicides. Stigma one of the biggest challenges to decreasing suicide can be eradicated. If we as a society want to bring an end to suicide and eliminate suffering [...]
Looking back, troubles followed me for most of my life.. That, or I follow it.. I was sexually abused at 8 on two separate occasions and violently gang raped at 12. These events have played a major role in who I came to be. The out of body experiences had started. We were like gypsies [...]
I got Type one Diabetes on the week of my eleventh birthday. I had a sleepover planned, had a cookie cake ordered, the whole shebang. Then genetics happened (on my grandfather's side). And my sleep over had to be cancelled while I learned a new set of skills that I'd have to carry with my [...]
I was 18 when I was first diagnosed with anxiety and depression. It was after Christmas break, my freshman year of college. After a night of partying, I woke up hungover, depressed and at my wit’s end. My parents came out that day to check on me after I called and cried into the phone. [...]
On Listening to Schizophrenia by Robert Wertzler The Wedding-Guest sat on a stone: He cannot choose but hear; And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner. From: The Rime of the Ancient Mariner Samuel Taylor Coleridge, 1798 I have written elsewhere on the subject of listening to those afflicted with mental illness, especially [...]
You walk in to the old basement gymnasium. The silence is only relieved by the crawling ticks of cheap lighting and the desperate whine of a fly that followed you in from the cold. Lucky for you the fly leaves you alone and heads for the tiny snack table that’s covered with stale donuts and [...]
Educate or Suffer My Wrath I hate waking up in the morning. Every day is a constant struggle but mornings are a defining moment. When I open my eyes, fate is decided for me. Which side of the Bipolar spectrum will I be on today? I never get to choose. It chooses for me. What [...]
They don’t know… What it feels like to be inside my head All day Long. To run with the thoughts and fears That whiz through my brain Constantly. To worry about what others will think Because I’m not “normal.” Or what people conceive as normal. They don’t know How hard I try to appear normal, [...]
Monday, November 9, 2015 - Speed of Mental Illness When the mind goes a speed that isn’t sanely normal, it makes me wish I had more than one Danica. When I first wake up in the morning, lately most mornings I would just like to stay in bed. The room feels dark and cold. Outside [...]
