Do I need to drink to see you again, cut myself open again, to bleed you out in a rush? You’re gone now, packed up and left again, always fucking again, until again means nothing unless I drink and I drug, again, and I split the cosmos, again. Until I scream louder, again, and faster … Continue reading to Drink and to See You, Again
I have never seen battles quite as terrifyingly beautiful as the ones I fight when my mind splinters and races, to swallow me into my own madness, again. © Nicole Lyons 2016
A huge thank you to Julie Anderson and Feminine Collective for publishing one of my most personal pieces today. I wrote this one quite awhile back in response to people dismissing my illness. If I Could
It's amazing how much can be said, or not said, in six little words.
It's finally here, the day has come when I see my GP about an ECT consult. The medication/psychiatric merry-go-round is killing me. I can't do this anymore. I haven't left my house in weeks, I haven't written for PC because let's be honest, I'm not doing so well with "Living well with mental illness" and … Continue reading Crazy is a Luxury
Remember when I said I was going to get the pharmacist to print out every single medication I have been prescribed since 2012? Well here it is and it is a whopping 26 pages long. There is shit on here that I had to Google, absolutely no fucking clue what it was, and no recollection … Continue reading Twenty-six Pages
After Summer’s lazy sun-kissed days have become shorter and her balmy nights cooler, Autumn slowly begins to rise. Subtly she peers out from her deepest slumber; a gentle sigh escaping her mahogany lips causes the winds to blow and turn brisk. It is time. With a stunning grace, Autumn awakens, swaying with passion and … Continue reading The Long Sleep
Sunshine on Razor Wire: perspectives from "inside"
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