A Must Read from Our Lady of Lust and Grace Source: Wildling Child
Tag: Depression
Another Season
The shadows are making their way to my door again, and my stoop has been painted in grey, but I know that soon the grey will give way to the blackness and I will spend another season crushing bricks and sprinkling salt in every corner of my fragile mind. © Nicole Lyons 2017
The Good Girls Are Always Found
I have broken my own bones, splintered them and placed them into bags, dozens of bags of me, and I have thrown them from the windows of speeding cars in hope that you will find me after the crash, somewhere where the good girls would never go, littered between back alleys in the dark parts, [...]
Yes, I Remember You
Yes, I remember you. I remember the hitch and the gasp before my veins opened up into fields upon fields upon barren wastelands. I remember how thunder felt that night when a thousand wild stallions carried my pulse around the mountains of my bones and placed it where I hoped I would never remember you [...]
The earworms in a Ghost
I am heavy with the weight of the world, a ghost of the girl I used to be. Where is she? The one with the feet that skimmed the ground. I can hear her still, deep within the walls of my mind, drumming her knuckles to the beat of dying dopamine. Oh how it wails [...]
In the absence of melancholy
Fear no longer sits with melancholy; it dances wildly, trumpeting its arrival upon the departure of sadness. There was security in despair, as if depression was some sort of cloak of invisibility, and wrapping myself in it ensured my quiet observation of the world. Fear has stripped me of my cloak to parade me naked [...]
Clusters – This world is a cruel place
Thank you to Feminine Collective for publishing this piece about how bipolar disorder often feels. Clusters
Unmade Bed – Stephanie Bennett-Henry
I never could make sense out of my own heart. The way it hurts like it was broken in the womb, and I reach for everything like an umbilical cord. I wonder about the moment when this life became too bright for the battlefield behind my eyes. I close them, thinking maybe I can [...]
Fancy Shoes – Stephanie Bennett-Henry
There's not a simple way to explain the process of this sickness disguised trick or treat surprise guessing game. No easy way to help you understand. But I can tell you; these fancy shoes have never felt good. They feel permanent. They feel like forever swirling around in quicksand turning to concrete. Stuck on a [...]
Six Words
It's amazing how much can be said, or not said, in six little words.
Nicole Lyons 
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