When I was a teen I never thought I would make it to 30. I drank myself blind. I’ve had more smoke inside of me than a fucking chimney. I’ve dabbled in suicide. I was in a carwreck that crippled me, but even that couldn’t kill me. I’ve gotten death threats, but no one hasContinue reading “I’m 29 G*ddamit (poem)”
A poem about invisible disability.
I sit here writing this in the dark because it’s 5am and my ceiling’s light bulb just burnt out. The darkness is fitting though. It is fitting to write about one’s depression in the dark. Mental illness is a funny thing, the slightest thing can trigger the worst of episodes. What is even worse isContinue reading “Rambling About Depression in the Dark”