How NOT to Survive a Lockdown

These last few months have been tough, very. When you have a psychiatric disorder you like your external world stable, espescially since your inner existence is so screwed up. I live in Italy. The lockdown was long, really long (about three months to be precise). Of course, dysfunctional as I am, I did NOT deal … Continue reading How NOT to Survive a Lockdown

Rest in peace…

When you lose someone dear, you're overcome by a feeling of emptiness. Unfortunately, my grandmother passed last week. She had been suffering from Alzheimer's for some time now and it's been hard: now she can rest in peace. I dedicate this poem to her, for all the good she's done for others. She has always … Continue reading Rest in peace…

I haven’t written in so long…

For some time now I have been struggling with depression. I had become too depent on my significant other and forgot I could live without him. Things got bad, really bad. This is what sucks about Borderline Personality Disorder. You know the mistakes you're making, you can see them, yet you can't control them. It's … Continue reading I haven’t written in so long…

When Night Falls: Chapter 2

Chapter two (Lucas) I looked at my dirt stained hands and couldn’t help feeling resentful. Not that I had expected a better placement, given my parents’ status as feelers, but it definitely would have been nice. The words I had written in the mud, “A wish for freedom.”, were sketched into my mind. Nonetheless, as … Continue reading When Night Falls: Chapter 2

How NOT to Deal with Social Contexts

I'm particularly adapt at this, I have a series of tips and tricks which are guaranteed to promise you a horrible time: let's get started! 1. Hiding. This of course is method number one. Say you've been dragged to a party against your will, or you're on an outing with friends because for some reason … Continue reading How NOT to Deal with Social Contexts

When Night Falls: Chapter 1- Part 1

Chapter 1 (Leah) The thing that most scared me where the words so carefully carved on the tombstones. A dense fog covered the Assia cemetery, weighing down on every step I took. Either way, I proceeded, engulfed by fog and a seemingly endless forest of tombstones, so different from the silicon ones we now use. … Continue reading When Night Falls: Chapter 1- Part 1