Tag Archives: mental illness
Lindsey Hates Group
The ring of people seated in folding chairs is a familiar enough scene, evoking not collaboration and group comfort but instead a sense of both persecution and loathing. Lindsey hates Group. The dull-eyed men and women sitting in the chairs … Continue reading
Plague Ship
Drowning, struggling. I come up just for enough air to shout for help, but no one can hear me. I never made it above the surface, and what I take in is a long, heaving gasp of cold, of salt. … Continue reading
I’m too cold
and I have nothing left to give I have nothing left in me I am nothing left I hope tomorrow is better than tonight but if I go to bed, oh god what happens if I go to bed and … Continue reading
Was there a thought about
I must be wrong let me take a poll let me check the facts let me understand let me clear my throat let me figure this out let me understand let me let me
And then everyone else came in
You’ll never get better or figure it out later, they said. I’m just so lonely, she said. I just want to be understood, she said. He stares over my shoulder and he is judging. He is deciding what I am … Continue reading