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mental illness

  • day 5292: reflection

    this is not a letter, just a few thoughts i had the urge to scribe down. tw: heavy on the rape. read only if you have spoons.   it is funny where “it” still pops up. funny if you are… Continue reading

  • day 4887: emotional labor

    we meet. you are nice and kind. i put your oxygen mask on before mine. i just met you, but i love you. give. give. give. give. give. give. give. give. give. give. give. give. give. give. give. give. give.… Continue reading

  • day 4831: come alive

    hi dad. who am i? i have gone twenty-two years just skating by without an answer. i have tried so very hard to fit in to my surroundings. to become what i thought i needed to be, not what i… Continue reading

  • day 4826: rapture inside of me is on the rise

    hi dad. for the first time in over a decade, mom has kept in contact with me for more than 24 hours. she and I had a 30 minute phone call on sunday. since then, we have texted every day.… Continue reading

  • day 4825: even more writings from the past (bonus)

    i believe this was from sixteen as well. anything in italics is something I edited for clarity. “I don’t love you. The matter of fact, I don’t want to love you. You see, love’s a word that’s been watered down throughout… Continue reading

  • day 4825: writings from the past

    from a poem i wrote at sixteen, about six years ago. i do not know if it was for school or a time i was hospitalized. anything in italics is something I edited for clarity. “Untitled By: Jenna removed last name for… Continue reading

  • Day 4820: emotion vomit

    hi dad. i do not know where to even start. it has been awhile since we last talked. sorry about that.  school is in full force, kicking my ass. i’ve reduced my hours at dillons greatly so i have been… Continue reading