Inspired by “Wishbone” by Richard Siken. “Wishbone” was previously published in Oddball Magazine. You are talking about your ex-boyfriend and I am telling you about how when I tried to kill myself, I couldn’t find a sharp enough knife. …………I even tried a cleaver from the kitchen drawer, …………but I couldn’t bring myself to push […]
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Alanna Cross was twelve. When twelve was the age of long division She hurt her wrist through incision When twelve was the age of pushing dolls in a pram She was seen flashing through a webcam Alanna Cross lifted her shirt. And then the question “send me a picture” A photo that would change lives […]
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Suicide lives with me. She sleeps in the same room, kicks her laundry under my desk, and leaves her dirty dishes beside my bed for me to trip over every morning. In the morning when I wake up, sometimes there will be a moment when I almost believe that she’s moved out, but then I […]
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november has gone: thirty days passed by and i’m still striving. my hands no longer shake from the tragedy inside my lungs but it is not any easier to breathe without aching all over. the pain does not only reside in my chest. but yesterday, the stars lit up the sky, and my mother smiled […]
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The thing about masks — ………………..(Rachel realizes as she blindly searches for privacy before her own crumbles to dust in front of a live audience) ………………………………………— is that revelation is inevitable, and the more perfect the mask, the more excruciating it is when it falls away. She supposes she should’ve seen this coming; the cracks […]
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While browsing through the blog Dear Hope, you’d never know that it was created for a class assignment. The blog hosts creative writing, informative articles, and personal stories from people who are living with mental illness or who have in some way been affected by mental health issues. Most notable is the series curated by the blog’s founder, […]
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Depression can sneak up behind you silently, encompass you, drown you, all the while you’re crying on your bedroom floor thinking, What the hell is wrong with me? It can be hard to cope when you don’t really know what’s happening, but writing is something you can do on the good days or the bad. Writing […]
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Yesterday — in one day alone — I received 121 messages from readers who wrote to let me know that All the Bright Places in some way saved their lives or made them feel less alone. Because of the book, they have sought help for their issues, learned to look at others and the world […]
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The things the butterfly sees; Are more than broken dreams. It sees the true desires; From this one and only liar. Sketched with colored pen; On this broken skin. The butterfly will never tell; Of the things it sees from hell. The host lies to herself; Pulls sweet silver from the shelf. The butterfly knows […]
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