Tag Archive: Mental Health

Grateful for YOU

It’s quiet in the house, there’s only the sound of the fridge running in the back ground and the train in the distance. I’ve had a lot of time to reflect, to express my thoughts, and to rest. I needed to. And I’m feeling grateful. I’m overwhelmed with gratitude towards my family and friends who…

Through the Kaleidoscope

She snuggles in close and throws her hand up into my hair, a habit she’s had since infancy. Her purple princess dress spreads out across my lap while the sounds of cartoons fill my ears. I sip my coffee and scratch endlessly at the hives that have appeared all over my body since the medication…

Here in the Dark

The familiar smell of the building hit me in the face as I walked through the doors. I made note of it, remembering the last time I’d been a patient. Over a year ago. I had been discharged because I was stable and we had found the right dosage. The right cocktail. I was finding…

A Bit Bipolar

Sitting in the room with the other two people who had come in to have lunch I felt claustrophobic. I thought I was going to be able to eat alone but that thought quickly vanished. I wasn’t having a particularly good day and I just wanted to be alone. I could hear their conversation and…

There isn’t a Magical Ending to This Story

The sun was bright and bothered my eyes as I walked across the parking lot to the college where I had been a student for only a few weeks. My anxiety was high because of the sunny day, something I connected with my epilepsy (controlled for only a little while at the time) and only…

These Words I Write

I have been submitting to a lot of places lately in order to have my writing read from different venues and while some have been very welcoming with great feedback, others have told me I’m not a good “fit” for what they are looking for. My words don’t flow with what they are currently presenting….

When Your Psych Closes Your File

When you fall off the coo coo wagon the first thing that you should probably do, in my experience, after you’ve cried to yourself in the corner and eaten an entire tub of ice cream, is call your psych. They’re the ones who, besides your spouse, have seen you at your worse. They’ve seen the…

My New Normal

When we were kids the cupboards were white, walls covered in wallpaper, and the phone was attached to the wall. I would slide into the closet to talk on the phone with my friends, silently closing the door behind me trying my best to not let the click of the door be heard because, “anything…

These are Real Stories

My feet curl underneath me and I pull the blanket further up to my chin. The windows are open and the warm wind blows through the house, it’s refreshing and I can picture myself outside cleaning out the gardens, raking the lawn, setting up the deck furniture. But that won’t be happening anytime today. My…