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  • My experience in the mental hospital

    Trigger warning: Involuntary restraint, abuse from hospital staff.

    I was passing by an elderly man in a wheelchair, and he grabbed at my arm. I shook my arm free and pulled away from him. All of a sudden, two nurses and a tech were yelling at me, telling me to go to my room or sit down. Admittedly, after they said that, I became quite defiant, but not a danger or threat to myself or others.

    I Swear This Is Not My Best

    Trigger Warning: Description of bulimic purging.

    Romance
    This is not romantic this is not beautiful
    Fuck anybody who tells you it is

    The Proof is On Her Arm

    Trigger Warning: Art involving themes of sexual assault and self-harm.
    A painting i made while thinking about how NOBODY FUCKING BELIEVED THAT I WAS RAPED BECAUSE PEOPLE IN AUTHORITY NEEDED PROOF…

    On Being Different – a poem

    i am the perfect target
    daylight sparkling off my teeth as i laugh too loud, sing too deep, be too much…

    OCD (a poem)

    the same thing
    day in and
    day out
    as i beg
    and plead with
    my brain
    to stop

    Pansexual Erasure vs Support

    “Stop trying to be so different!”
    Erasure has never hurt so much.
    Now I know how my pansexual brothers and sisters feel.
    Erasure. Phobia. Hatred. Confusion.

    Christian, A Poem About Grief

    I would like to welcome the newest member of our writing team, Rose. In her first post with us, she shares her feelings about the loss of her beloved dog. Thanks for sharing with us, Rose!

    While I was in residential treatment for self harm, my dog and lifelong friend and brother died. He was very sick and had to be put down so he wouldn’t suffer anymore. My family is still shaken up.

    Ooh-Rah

    Your pain is in my DNA,
    Father,
    As real as the shrapnel
    Still in your legs
    Decades later

    Brush Fire

    Trigger warning: Description of panic attacks and severe anxiety

    I had four back to back panic attacks the most severe I walked four blocks past my office stopped wasn’t lost, but said to myself what am I doing here, and started to boil in side as I made my way back towards my office. As I got closer, block by block the boiling of emotion like a volcano started to erupt and it did. It was severe, so severe I couldn’t see the medication I carry in my bag as my mind had left me, my mind had left me, rare.

    Damage

    I want to put my best foot forward, but I only have two feet with the same mind. Can’t move forward, can’t go back, can’t stop what’s going to happen and cannot change what already has happened. And my past actions have made huge holes in my life, and my thoughts and emotions have minds of their own and take control, leaving me with a vague feeling that something happened, I did or said something and I cannot put my finger on the insanity that is driving my life.