Absolutely amazing. This is exceptional. I live in a place where people say “faggot” as causal as one would say, “hello.” A passing respectful nod from a stranger is common, although just under his brea… Source: The Ugliest War of You
Last month Stephanie Bennett-Henry and I wrote something together that touches on Stigma. I was reluctant to post it for (get this) fear of offending people. How ridiculous is that? Pretty ridiculous considering the disgusting comments and jokes that people are making today, in regard to Sinead O'Connor. I swear to God, some of you need … Continue reading Crazy, Cancer & Chuckles
My first day at preschool, I could see that the teacher's aide wanted to teach me the letters, so I didn't say, I know this already... I was afraid of hurting her feelings. When she asked me to try, I read the words and kept reading, I learned to read at home when I … Continue reading Is It Good Enough? – Matthew D. Eayre
It’s during the moments when I’m quiet that I foolishly give in to the idea of peace. I should know better by now. With every blow you laid on me, you stripped me of any chance of peace that I could have hoped for. Now the bruises have healed, the scars blended into shades … Continue reading Peace by Piece
Let’s chat, shall we? I hear you’re oh so tired of “this whole mental illness thing” so let me be quick, just clear up a few things for you, and then you can be on your way. My illness is as real, and as painful, as the physical illness that your beautiful child was born … Continue reading Dear Ignorant People on World Bipolar Day
In All That I Am If I could draw a blade across my wrist to show you that my veins clog with the sludge of ugliness, you would never again ask me, “Why are you so tired?” If I could crack open my skull to free my mind, you would see that it is not … Continue reading In All That I Am – Nicole Lyons
We spend our time swaddled in self-righteousness, being outraged at the outrage of others, laying blame at the feet of everyone but ourselves. Aren’t you tired of casting stones, or just afraid that if you stop, you may have to catch a few?