Day Four

Day four was on a Monday. During my intake, which was a Thursday night, I was told they can only legally hold me for 72 hours. So on Monday, I knew that they couldn't keep me any longer. The doctors had barely spoken to me over the weekend. I met with the psychiatrist on Friday [...]

Day Two

On Thursday, June 27th my parents tried to force me to see a therapist of their choosing. They said they were worried I was going to hurt myself and wanted me to get help. So they showed me a business card for a crisis center in Brockton. It had only one phone number and no [...]

Day One

On June 26, 2019 I had a mental and emotional breakdown. I made threats to harm myself and I scared my family. I scared them so much that they called 911 the next day and had me admitted into a psych ward. I was evaluated at Good Samaritan Hospital. Afterwards, I was transferred to the [...]

Daddy Drinks; a ghazal

I was four years old when I learned how to make a “daddy drink” Ice, gin, ginger ale / that’s the only thing my daddy drinks For half the week I’d play bartender / scribble orders in crayon Then run off to the kitchen / pour, mix & serve my daddy drinks On the other [...]

No apologies

I've never been very good with forgiveness. I have a bad habit of becoming obsessed with needing a sincere apology before I can bring myself to forgive anyone for anything. I used to think that forgiving someone, meant I was saying that whatever they did, was okay. This has made it very difficult for me [...]

Hold on to the moments

I've always been a hopeless romantic. In constant search for moments filled with feelings of fairy tale. I have always been in love with love. The idea of soulmates. I've imagined meeting my own countless times. We are somewhere in the world, on the same day, at the same time. We are strangers but when [...]