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 […]
Tag Archives: mental illness
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 […]
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, […]
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 […]
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 […]
The Old Jones 