I take a deep breath, filling all the air in my lungs and picturing it flowing down through my feet and into the cool floor tile. I hold it, squeezing my eyes shut tighter and feeling tears roll down my cheeks and nose and landing gently on my shirt. When I exhale, not-so-silent-sobs roll off me and my shoulders shake with the force of their intensity. My mind runs on a loop and my entire body bur...
I am writing you this letter that you will never read because I need to say how I feel without worrying about how it will hurt you. I am sorry that my intense mental illness has been causing you to feel depressed and anxious around me, I understand that you are probably avoiding me because of that. I am trying to learn what makes me feel better when I get to this point, but I’...
I was buried alive. When something bad happens to you, people tend to use a million different niceties to dance around any description of the event, as if not talking about it will make it all go away. In fact, people get upset with you when you talk about trauma, because talking about it makes people afraid. I want you to be afraid. If one more ignorant slob asks me to go camping with them, I’ll ...
I’d like to think that life is about enjoying the little things. Nobody ever talks about the wildflowers, how they emerge in the strangest places like yellow drops of sun, with their only focus being the spread of their beauty. I wish I had time to say hello, good morning, I love you, to each and every dandelion I find resting in patches of grass or growing out of cracks in the pavement.
