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Untitled
This digital artwork features a feminine healing character who’s dress holds a beautiful serene tranquil world. The world was created from the magic happening in the stomach. In the stomach there are people (healthy micro biome bacteria) using healthy foods to create serotonin. You can find him on Instagram @2des (linked in his author name above as well).
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Hers Was a Balding, Middle Aged Homeopathic Doctor
and when she told her mother of the “incident” she was told never to speak of it again. Silence served as protection. It served as a convenient denial and an acceptability of these dirty men are everywhere.
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Who Are You? A Survivor
Who are you? What do you do? Those are the questions I am asked whenever I meet a new person. For decades, the answer was my name and “I’m a Counselor.” Then I waited for them to get uncomfortable, as people sometimes do around the topic of mental health. I’m also a writer who focuses on horror topics. These days I mostly try to figure out who I am and what I need to do so I can keep my depression at bay. I debate whether I should call it “My” depression because I really don’t want it, but “The” depression sounds odd because there isn’t only one depression.
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Cell
I handed over my watch and shoes, and we approached the turnstile where I was to enter. He supported my hand, moving it towards the small glass panel where a red beam would have scanned my thumb. Instinctively, I struggled and kicked. I was instantly cuffed by the four men who accompanied me there. The cold metal of the handcuffs cut into the skin of my wrists. I stopped struggling so that I wouldn’t hurt myself.
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My Partial Program Experience
I have been depressed before, and depressed since. Arguably I am always hovering at some degree of “depression,” but at this time in my life, in early 2019, it was a darker, uglier color than it had ever previously been. I was immobile, frozen in time; I had become nothing but a fixture on my couch that occasionally moved to lay down in bed instead. I had long shed any sense of personhood and was a shadow of myself.
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Wear Yourself to a Shadow
It is always difficult for me to explain what depression is and how it makes me feel. I’ve seen and read people describing it as a big black dog, or drowning.
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Alone
In the darkened room, where shadows silently creep, I sit alone, enveloped in solitude, as the night grows deep. Though voices resonate, laughter fills the air, Within the crowd, a piercing pain, a burden hard to bear.
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The Messy History of a Licensed Psychologist
I can’t even remember my age when I started, but I had more than five psychologists. I established a rapport with none until my first visit to a psychiatrist, when my undeniable mental health was crumbling. My psychiatrist never gave me a proper answer, but she was, and still is the only therapist who I felt did not give up on me. As I said, various psychologists went in and out of my life. Many diagnosed me with borderline personality disorder.
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Ming and Hua
Separated for more than forty years without knowing each other's whereabouts, Ming reencounters Hua, his first love, at a reunification party, and falls in love with her again. As he begins to suffer increasingly from what he sees as a morbid emotional obsession, he tries to regain his mind by understanding, in terms of different 'complexes,' why he has become so helplessly infatuated with her.
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Miss Lily Grantham
My garden of wonders bloomed with an amalgamate of pink roses with overlapped thick velvety petals, and herbs – chives, basil, fennel - common points for pollinators every morning when I bid her goodbye before school bus on leathery wheels
