mental illness

Suicide, American Women and Privilege Bias: A Toxic Cocktail of Shame

The suicide rate is up 63% for women aged 45-65 and up 200% for girls aged 10-14. A worrying statistic but for some reason, this statistic...

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The Jacket

The ruthless cold shakes my being, flooding me with memories, reminding me of the days I walked naked, freezing to death by my...

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Five Fatimas Five

A decade a coke Whore A year pathetic Hermit

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How Can I Feel?

Every edge that I jump from; every memory that I try to bury within the freckled folds of my unkempt bedsheets; every word that I take back...

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What the Therapist Said

i unloaded the dishwasher that morning and then i went to therapy and unloaded on this new doctor and she said, perhaps, maybe, possibly my...

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You’re Skinny You Don’t Have Problems

The delusions that make up a life. How did we get here in the first place? How do we go from being children, filled with joyous reckless...

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On Letting Oneself Be Taken Care Of

As the eldest in a large family, I grew up taking care of others. Watching my younger siblings, I learned to develop a sixth sense; I...

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Daybreak

These words won’t come easy to me Even though they’re all I see I’m frightened and all alone in my head Chained like a prisoner to my...

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Why I Rarely Tell People I Have a Mental Illness

Why is it that every organ in your body can get sick and you get sympathy except the brain? ―Ruby Wax Subtitle: It would be so much...

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Thunderstorm

The clouds wrestles, vibrations felt inside your existence, lighting cracks illuminating the sky Clouds finally giving in, releasing the...

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Seeking Full-Time Depression

I am seeking a confidant, a loser like me. My pre-requisites are simple. I desire a lack of ambition. I am looking for self-loathing. This...

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After Death of Birth

I found my death when I gave a life, but life played a trick on me. She brought back my ghost to live in a body that talks and thinks, of...

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Sister of My Soul

Excuse me, do I know you? I vaguely remember your face We were friends once, the very best friends We were tight, so very close Secrets...

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Bitches Brew

Her mind is confused. Her thoughts bubble up from unconscious literature, written in dreams. Her ideals, a compilation of conflicting...

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Loneliness

There are different sides to loneliness. Like a lover, with two faces. Sometimes it creeps up while you driving in a silent car. Other...

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Here Inside the Mirror

There comes an age when screwing up is not cute anymore. You know that, because people are constantly telling you. It’s not cute anymore,...

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In Between the Rain

Have I been good enough, Mother? Oh how I miss the days when your skin was smooth, and bronzed How your smile beamed when you saw my little...

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Misplaced Words

Silence after silence sets my mood. I circled the roots of life stumbling again only to be resurrected by a brand new day hoping the...

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I Do

I Do.. take me to the altar I’ll surrender my soul there. Quiet the achings that scream in songs. Do not listen to their story....

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The Two-Faced Friend

“We’re not even friends anymore” The two-faced bitch, says, and I’m not sure who exactly she means. I am certainly trying, so hard,...

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My Non-Television Mother and Me: The Interview

Read Part 1 here.  Part 2 of a 3 part series In an attempt to understand my mother a little better, I asked her a couple of questions that...

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My Non-Television Mother and Me

Part 1 My mother is not a mother to me like a television mother. She’s more like a friend, a friend of a friend even. She’s the...

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A Soldier Died Today

Only the dead have seen the end of war. ―Plato Today I found out that a close friend’s nephew had died when I received an email with...

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47 Trips Around the Sun

One of the signs of passing youth is the birth of a sense of fellowship with other human beings as we take our place among them. -Virginia...

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Bi-Polar Love

We had a chaotic reverie. We united as a weary Autumn storm pissing on rusty love. The times you filmed me drooling my savior complex. The...

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I Will Not Be That Woman

Not today. Even when the river rolls so cool and deep and I could wade and wade ’til sleep. Not today. When I have the tablets in a...

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