Dear Reader, The 4 writings below are tales of depression, and as such deal with some heavy topics. These include heavy discussion of abandonment, mental illness, trauma, and some minor mentions ...

I can’t really tell why I keep writing. Not writing writing—writing is important and I need it. I mean writing these. Writing this. It feels like nobody will hear it. Maybe I’ll post it and people...

I’m like a broken toy. I’m a clockwork doll or puppet. A small stuffed animal with a freshened scent and shimmering tag. An action figure glistening in the plastic the box protects me with. The pa...

“Is free will a myth?” It was a silly question at first, I suppose. A class in theory of knowledge that encouraged topics of deeper thought within a high school setting wouldn’t truly explain the ...

“It’s like staring down a tsunami in a raft” It’s what someone said to me one time. Not really just “someone,” but calling them a “life coach” gives less context and more questions. He was suppose...

It just shattered as it hit the floor. The sound rippled through the air. I know everyone heard it. And before anyone could say anything, I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. My brother quick...

When I look in the mirror…I think I’m seeing someone else. Not exactly, I suppose. It looks like me. I can see when my hair is messed up and I can clearly see the mirror image of the clothes I’m w...

It never rained at home. I guess it wasn’t “programmed” to, for lack of a better word. Our home, our land—our very dimension was sculpted before I was born. Father created this world for us, and i...

Trigger Warning! // This story contains mention of death and suicide. Please be safe before reading. Have you heard the tale of the bird that can rise from their ashes? The Phoenix, it’s called. ...

How far can I go? I’ve been thinking about this for a while. And I don’t mean distance, nothing like that. I’ve flown far, far away from home and come back just fine. The distance from home isn’t ...