Month: November 2017

A Letter of Remembrance to the Friend I Lost to Suicide

In retrospect, I suppose I always knew that you were not meant for this world. Even your features — the perfect locks, the imperial, aquiline nose, those haunted green eyes — were almost angelic. You were always so refined. You read Hemingway at French...

/ November 28, 2017

Withdrawal Hell Part 2: What I Learned and New Perspective

When my dad — with whom I’d been exceptionally close — died in 2014, I took two days’ family responsibility leave and I went back to work. Subconsciously, I must have known that this sort of behavior was not normal, because I snuck to...

/ November 13, 2017

Come Clarity: Life After Antidepressants

While much of the Western world spent October celebrating the lighter side of horror with grease paint and pumpkin spice lattes (yum!) from Starbucks, my October brought me face-to-face with the very real, very terrifying demons conjured up by antidepressant...

/ November 7, 2017