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The Demons In My Brain

I’m not usually one to do stuff like this. I’m the creeper lurking in the corner wanting to make friends but never approaching anyone. But I have a story, and I need to let it out. I was your typical Midwest teen in 2006. I was 15, went to the movies with friends,...

A Letter To Someone Who Stopped Talking To Me – Dear Mum, Love Martin

The following post is from a series called ” A letter to someone who stopped talking to me.” The posts from this series will appear on Stigma Fighters and Bank Back Together. Dear Mum. It’s been a while since I wrote you. Six months. What was the last thing I sent...

Loved And Lost: Remember All Those Nights We Cried

One of my oldest friends died last night. She died and I am angry. I want to kick the dog. I want to scream at the baby. I want to pull out my hair and punch holes in the walls. I want to ram my car into something, anything. I want to choke the birds who are singing...