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Elizabeth

she looked like a girl I knew but stranger a creature dental-floss hair ice in her eyes tattoos on her … More

conversation, depression, dialogue, experience, friendship, holiday, life, mental illness, poem, poetry, secrets, strangers, suffering, writing

The F Word

“What are you afraid of?” she asks, pen poised over the page of her notebook that is otherwise blank apart … More

conversation, dialogue, fear, freedom, Freud, help, Hijacked Amygdala, language, life, mental illness, prose, psychoanalysis, suicide, therapy, writing

311019

S: What are you gonna be for Halloween this year? Me: A sober person S: *screams* *terrified* *scared* *horrified* Blessed … More

addiction, alcoholism, conversation, dialogue, diary, halloween, journal, life, notebook, sober

My New Friend

“Hey, kid, where’s your mama?” “At work,” she says. “What about your dad?” “Gone.” I flinch for a moment, wondering … More

advice, childhood, conversation, danger, dialogue, friendship, girls, learning, life, safety, short prose, strangers, women, writing, youth

Wonderful, Miserable

*door opens* “Hello, my lov—” “JESUS CHRIST! You scared the fucking life out of me! I didn’t hear you come … More

books, conversation, depression, dialogue, friendship, happiness, home, life, literature, love, misery, reading, relationships, writing

Babcia

I’m cryingin the park againbecause I’ve got these crumbsbut the baby blackbirdwon’t take themeven though they’re right hereright herefor youfoodfor … More

depression, dialogue, family, female experience, grief, kids, life, London, mental illness, poem, poetry, relationships, strangers, womanhood, writing

Broken Mirrors

I’ve broken 4 mirrors this year. If superstition is to be honoured I will still be reaping bad luck long … More

death, dialogue, free writing, Hijacked Amygdala, life, luck, poetry, prosetry, self, self harm, soul, stream of consciousness, suicide, writing

Alien

“Do you want this top?” I asked, holding up a wisp of metallic fabric by its spaghetti straps. “I don’t … More

depression, dialogue, family, Hijacked Amygdala, kids, life, love, micro memoir, pregnancy, short prose, suicide, writing

Good Chat

Act 4 Scene II [Small windowless room in an NHS psychiatric ward in north London. Man with lots of letters … More

books, dark, depression, dialogue, help, hospital, life, NHS, psychiatry, scene, screenplay, script, self help, writing

100618

So, what have you been up to recently? Oh ermmm mainly losing time searching for the time I lost reading … More

books, conversation, dialogue, diary, life, lost, reading, time, wasted, weekend

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