mental health – Page 8 – FEMININE COLLECTIVE

Dead Girl

July 6, 2019July 6, 2019 Jacquie Prebich

I saw the familiar dead girl dancing in my basement spoon cut off the apron ties the dead girl said I’m jonesing to fuckin cook copped some works; from a friendly stranger’s hand the handle bent; the spoon a Jesus cradle the dead girl prayed tapping, arousing, blue hungry veins Read more

I PASSED OUT

June 13, 2019July 6, 2019 Billie T. Stark

Queen Violet? Dream flowing like blood from your wound? They put you away, huh Darling? You wear a hospital gown and stand on a rock. Natives surround you, raw sex in costumes strange to us. I want to stand beside you on the rock to take your place but I’m Read more

Recovery Looks a Lot Like Picking Up a Paintbrush

June 10, 2019June 10, 2019 Samantha Rose

my skin isn’t paper but that doesn’t stop me from carving the weight of the world into my wrists crimson blood tiger stripes. or from ripping apart the pages of a story i never asked to be in don’t judge a book by its cover-up that is, pant legs and Read more

EMBERS AND ASH

February 28, 2019February 28, 2019 Jacqueline Cioffa

I wrote EMBERS AND ASH some years ago. I don’t remember the precise day; I only remember the unlucky circumstance. I needed to come home. I was unwell. Truth? I was out of my fucking mind, and the only person I wanted, needed and trusted was the one who birthed Read more

Found Wanting: Burning With Anger, The Hidden Truth of Eating Disorders

January 23, 2019May 7, 2019 Christina Larocco

At my childhood best friend Ashley’s house, the pantry was big enough to sit in, and when we were bored, we did just that, eating whatever was around us. The pantry was long and narrow, cool and dark, with hardwood floors obscured by tins of flour and multi-flavored popcorn. It Read more

Mindscape of a pregnant girl after the death of her lover

January 11, 2019January 11, 2019 Susan Taylor Brand

Paris, France 1920 AT last! They’ve left! They think that I’m asleep! They think that they can rest from their watch, but I know better, I know that they can’t stop me. Here’s the window! Open the shutters, and there’s the street five stories below! They think I’m a coward, Read more

Epilogue: It’s Almost Christmas and I Forgot to be Sad.

December 17, 2018May 26, 2023 Dori Owen

A friend recently asked me how I was dealing with holiday depression. Until she asked, I hadn’t given it a thought. What a difference a year makes. On this day twelve months ago I wrote, “Can We Just Cancel Christmas This Year,” describing my Lemony Snicket series of unfortunate events Read more

Prize of Poison

November 28, 2018August 13, 2021 Judith Staff

I want it. No,need it, the panacea; Or, perhaps the exhilaration of the release trailing after it – unsure which; Does it matter? Drink to numb. Calories purged. Caffeine pulsing. All drenched in familiar relief. The isolation I don’t want, but it’s mine, handcuffed to me, by a rusted padlock made of shame. Read more