We were engulfed by the swirling halo of smoke from our cigarettes, slowly dissolving into nothingness. The sky was grey; the bleak horizon seemed to wash out all colours, leaving me with an ominous feeling in my chest. “Tell me you story.” He observed me carefully, eyes suspicious. I could feel his anxiety and watched … Continue reading Suffering
This is how I felt during most of the lockdown. Empty, without the will to even get out of bed. Never have I spent so many hours gazing into nothingness. It was horrible... Dysfunctional Girl
Sometimes you're okay. Sometimes not. Today, I'm going to concentrate on the latter... This poem is about one of those moments, however, no matter how hopeless you feel, there's always hope. Run, I must run. Run. I'm running, life thrown at me as I glide through time, struggling to reach what is not possible to … Continue reading Run to the light
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
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…
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…
Chapter 3- Part 1 (Leah) As soon as I was sure no one was watching I read the note. “Love and pain, Succumb to one another. With time I have come to discover, What it means to lose love.” It was a poem; one I had studied in “Old society literacy”. I remember it from … Continue reading When Night Falls: Chapter 3
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
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
Sarah stopped pouting and her eyes shone with joy, she had once more gotten her way. I started reading: “Jennifer Rayon, 1989-2001. Died at age 11 due to car crash. You may no longer be here dear, but our hearts will always lie with you. I chose you, now I’m not going to let you … Continue reading When Night Falls: Chapter 1-Part 2
How NOT to be functional 