Welcome to intake.Again.New name, new face,same notepad. “Tell me your story.”Already did.Five times.You people lose therapistslike socks in the dryer. They ask about sleep.Prescribe silence in pill form.Zombie protocol:shut it up, slow it down,don’t feel too much. Cry once, and you’re unstable.Don’t cry, and you’re withholding.Speak, and it’s a lie.Flinch,…
(a bastard’s prayer) Now I drug myself to sleep,counting lies instead of sheep.If I die before I wake,at least I’d catch a goddamn break. I close my eyes, but not for restthe dark just knows me fucking best.It drags the dead back through my head,lines them up beside my bed….
(Expanded, Dual Voice Monologue) (Older self — slow, calm)I remember you. (Younger self — dry laugh)That makes one of us. (Older)Sitting in the dark, back against the wall.Numb.You said it was peace, but it wasn’t.It was the absence of anything else. (Younger)It was quiet.That was enough. (Older)No, it wasn’t.You were…
I remember you. Curled on the floor, drunk or dissociating—did it even matter?You stared at the ceiling like it held answers. It didn’t. It never did. You made deals with the dark. Begged it to take you. Lied to everyone… especially yourselfthat you were fine. You weren’t fine.You called silence…
One minute you’re here, next minute you’re gone.No warning, no reason—just absence.A gap where you once were, still occupied like you,but empty in ways I can’t define.Memories don’t ask for permission.They pop up in the silence,in a song, in an odor,in the way a stranger stands with hands in pockets.Some…
I stand on the edge of the old life, its call a whisper, a promise, a lie. Two years sober, but the ache remains, a ghost in the shadows, murmuring my name. It’s not the world that’s cruel, not today, just a hollow ache, a path gone astray. The weight…
Overcoming mental health challenges is not just a journey of recovery—it’s a testament to the resilience, courage, and strength that defines us as individuals. For many, including myself, this path involves facing the darkest corners of our minds while refusing to let those shadows dictate the rest of our lives….
Having grown up within a Roman Catholic family, I was immersed in the religious rites. I was an altar boy, attended Mass on Sundays, and received the sacrament of Confirmation. But as the years went by, I became more interested in the scientific explanation of things than with customary belief….
The Veterans Crisis Line (VCL) is a service that’s supposed to be there for veterans when they’re at their most vulnerable, offering immediate access to support through calls, texts, and chat. But lately, it’s clear the VCL has serious issues undermining its ability to serve veterans effectively. Despite the VA’s…
As a veteran, I’ve had my share of experiences with the VA healthcare system for over 14 years now, and let me tell you, it’s a mixed bag. The intention is there, but the execution often leaves much to be desired. Here’s a rundown of the major complaints many of…
