On learning hard lessons and recovering in the aftermath of an abusive relationship in a tiny town where everyone is very polite.
By Ariel Rivera-Bernath It’s been six years since Austin committed suicide while stationed near the Khyber Pass in Afghanistan. He was nineteen-years-old. I thought that maybe I would try something […]
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This week I’m turning 25 and have decided (based on anxiety attacks and several recent horoscopes) to say what I really want: to pursue writing seriously.…
On relocating to Wyoming, feeling happy and uncomfortable and strange, and trying to confront uncertainty with a brave face.
The life and times of a frightened performer. By Melissa Miller
It doesn’t help that my mom died on April 1st of 2014. It was the only time I wished that someone was playing an elaborate prank on me. I was really looking forward to punching someone in the mouth and saying “wow, man you’re a dick but you got me good.” There was no one to punch in the face.
Navigating the world with an invisible disability is difficult. People don’t know why I can’t stay out late, or why I suddenly have to get up and leave, sometimes just to the bathroom to catch my cool, other times to go home. I may disappoint friends and my family is baffled by my problems. I do force myself to socialize, which is how I met my wonderful girlfriend. I get anxiety attacks that leave me shaken and completely out of it. Sometimes I don’t know where I am. A Psychiatric Service Dog can help with that, too, by leading me to an exit, car, or friend.