High-Tech Meltdown_Dodged a Bullet_Fish Under the Water_Mother Eternal, Leader of Few
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High-Tech Meltdown
CW: Contains Mental Health, Bipolar Disorder, Anxiety, College, Parenting MistakesFinishing up my final paper I was exhausted and excited all at the same time. I took a drink and wondered, “where is she now?”...Margot Kidder. My college essay was based on a famous person with a mental health disorder. I had finally completed my 12 page paper on her journey with a mental illness, Bipolar Disorder. Through all of my research, I was fascinated by her strength and courage sharing her diagnosis and how she came to learn about what she was experiencing. Her journey began with a public episode after ...
Dodged a Bullet
I chirped a www.onedoor.ccwhistle. Zed pounced through the clear teal water. “You catching fish girl? Hmm?” I rubbed the long fur at her neck.“You might have earned the Purple Heart, but that dog is the real piece of art,” McCall snorted and slapped Zed on the back. She fell back on her haunches and snarled at him, dashing through the sand, taking nips out of the air. “Yeesh, I don’t remember her being this feisty on duty.”Zed sneezed to let McCall know she was only playing, but he backed away a few steps. Clearly, one of my colleagues was more intelligent. I shifted on the rock that was my lounge chair, wa...
Fish Under the Water
I walk into his bedroom and his absence fills the space. With him, he has taken the breath out of the room, and just like him, it will never return. It is left lifeless, not like a battleground is lifeless, but like a wall is lifeless. I run to shut the window, forbidding the wind to distribute his scent throughout the streets, allowing his aura to dissipate and be broadcasted to any passerby that Danny is gone. Crawling into his unmade bed, I bury myself in the quilts. I fight to hold onto his smell the way one fights to hold on to a bar of soap in the bathtub, but it is already slipping away...
Mother Eternal, Leader of Few
As always, we gather for the circle, but something is different. There is tension in the air. It tugs at us. Our faces, the parts not hidden by craggy shadows, reflect our fear, our anxiety, our relentless hope. We cannot stop hoping. Children still whisper and giggle among themselves, and the hidden rats still chitter and gnash their teeth, but it seems quieter, somehow. I imagine the rats are hoping too. The Leader steps into the center of the circle, emerging from the darkness as she always does. I wonder, as I bow my head respectfully, if she feels lonely, standing while the rest of us kne...