My therapist says
My therapist says to me “पुढे जायला काय लागतं? एक पाउल ठेवता येइल इतकी जागा” “What does it take to move forward? Space enough for the next …
My therapist says
My therapist disintegrates me into smaller parts for an hour every week, she addresses them as different people in that room. One of us likes to write …
All of my selves
Recently the monster has been coming and leaving very often. I sleep anxious and wake up sad. My head hurts, my chest hurts, my digestive system is …
Of socks and shoes, and shoes and socks
When I was 10, a doctor made me a pair of school shoes. They were like Charlie Chaplin’s. Rounded at the tip and was the heaviest I …
Birthday gush
I know it is unsophisticated to gush about your birthday before it happens, and the most, one day before it, I believe. But anything that happens on …
How do you feel now?
Violated. The monster rises without consent. I sit, knowing he won’t ever pass. I took 2 pills instead of 1. He goes back to sleep, without intimation. …
Welcoming my monster
He lives in the hollow above my abdomen. When he rises, he rises through my chest, mulish-ly. Convoluting. Conclusive. Clutching onto things, rising, rising. The only thing …
Day 20, bags are stupid.
I am writing this journal entry because I am done with today. I am going to close my eyes and pretend it’s tomorrow. Today is stupid. It …
Day 15, Superpowers.
Last month I ran for the first time after 5th grade. And for the first time ever was I running not towards anything, from nothing, or to …
Day 16, Coping.
I missed my medicines. 2 doses, maybe. Or 3. And that is causing my head to hurt. In a very different, firecrackers bursting inside my skull kind …