Awareness is not enough.

It is not acceptable to wear yellow for a day, or to post some non-sensical quote on Instagram, pasted into an ornate floral border, all the while shunning the mental illnesses societally deemed less palatable- the complex (and often lifelong) diagnosis that renders you unable to function on a day to day basis. The illnessContinue reading “Awareness is not enough.”

A letter to my past self

A year’s work, slowly undulating into place. My edges, once worn and haggard, clumsily framing my pallid complexion, now complete, yet beautifully threadbare. This body. This chateau where my soul dwells is a comfort to me. Fragments of liberty I have not yet experienced. Oppression is no more. You. You have worked so tirelessly toContinue reading “A letter to my past self”

memoirs of a psych ward

I wake up, my hazy brain unable to comprehend how I have ended up here. The nurse doggedly insists that I get out of bed, as the sunlight searing through the barred windows taunts me. I ram my thumb in between my shoulder blades, in a futile attempt to iron out the creases my musclesContinue reading “memoirs of a psych ward”

Why aren’t you drinking?

  I find myself at a party, swimming in a sea of people humouring one another with small talk. I’ve successfully masked all my anxieties, furiously suppressing them, lest they threaten to disrupt the façade I have so carefully curated over the years. “Why aren’t you drinking?”, as a unnervingly chirpy guy glances at theContinue reading “Why aren’t you drinking?”

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