10/20/18 Explanation and Thoughts of Recent Events Addressed to Nicole's counselor Here is an explanation of everything that has happened prior to my hospitalization, what happened the night of, what happened during my stay, and what has happened afterwards. As for what happened leading up to being there, it started about three weeks ago, when … Continue reading 10/20/18
One bite, One sip, Each are filled with guilt. A second bite, A second sip, How sorely they are missed. A third of both Causes mounds of shame. So, No more calories, No more pounds, No more pain. EC
Nicole and the officer pull out of the parking lot with Taylor close behind them. They make the twenty minute drive to the emergency room in Rottingdam. The officer drives all the way up to door to drop Nicole off while Taylor parks. Nicole stands there at the doors waiting, feeling awkward and out of … Continue reading The Wait
Thursday, April 26, 2018 Nicole takes out her phone and responds to the messages she has received from her friends, Marie, Leigha, and Matt. Matt saw the message she sent to the group chat and is concerned. The previous times she asked for prayers like this, it was on late nights when she was struggling … Continue reading Pray For Me?
Trigger Warning Tuesday, November 7, 2017 4 p.m. "Hey, come back...Come back to me; it's okay," Taylor says gently as he tries to pull Nicole's mind back into the room. She is dissociating for the fifth time during their session. This happens when she feels so overwhelmed with anxiety that her thoughts pull her in … Continue reading Experiences with Dissociating and Self-Injury
Looking in from the outside, you see she has a pretty smile, Soft eyes, a kind heart, and a quiet presence. Her hugs are comforting, warm and secure. She puts up this facade to hide her true self, But underneath the mask is the hopelessness she carries. Her broken mind is hidden, cowering behind her … Continue reading Hidden Anguish
This piece I wrote a little over a year ago. It is the first real writing I ever did as a depressed and anxious teenager trying to figure out the mess that is my brain. Originally, it was a harsh letter written in first person, but after revisions and editing, it became somewhat of a … Continue reading We Share A Name and A Life