“You don’t need an ocean to feel like you’re drowning. You feel it, between your chest and your throat, the weight of it stretching you outside your self, like a dead fish on the shore.”
– Malak El Halabi
One of the most accurate metaphors I heard for depression came from my first therapist, Joy.… Read more ““Drowning” by Tianna Grosch”
I wake in the Queen Anne four poster bed. Bed of our madness. My Schizophrenic grandfather and abused grandmother slept here. Grandpa dug out a basement for a relative with only a shovel for the money to buy this bedroom set. A very long time ago.
This bed my domestic partner committed suicide on.… Read more ““Don’t Cry for Me, Nevada” by Andrea Lambert”
The first time I had a panic attack, I thought I was dying.
My heart pounded out of my chest. I was light-headed, as if I had run too far, too fast. When everything started looking a little strange, as if what was real was becoming surreal, that was the scariest part.… Read more ““The Unexpected Way I Killed My Panic Attacks” by Nicole Rollender”
“What has no shadow, has no strength to live.”
— Czeslaw Milosz, “Faith.”
“Choose any spot you like,” my oncologist says. I pick an overstuffed Lazy-Boy next to an IV, park my bag full of books, then she leaves. Soon a nurse greets me, says she will be taking care of me for the next four hours.… Read more ““The Second Arrow” by Caroline Johnson”
I am alone with my two-month-old baby all day long, trapped in a flat patio home in a flat little town in northeast Ohio without a car. I am not a good driver and not a patient line-waiter at the DMV, so I haven’t bothered yet to untrap myself. My husband, Jason, teaches at Oberlin during the day, lecturing on disability representation in horror films.… Read more ““Ohio” by Laura Dorwart”