The Satellite by me (Zoe Plait) is available right here! ... I distinctly remember the moment when, at age 16, I realized that having depression is like being trapped alone in space. It seemed like such a fitting simile that I decided to write it down - and it quickly turned into an allegory for my… Continue reading I Wrote A Short Story! You Can Buy It Now On Amazon!
Listen to the song here. Sunlight Years I’ve written you a song, I rewrite it every year Hope you understand by now that I’m sincere Your eyes still let me know that everything will be okay Did you really think I’d let you get away? You’re glowing like the sun, you are light from the… Continue reading Sunlight Years
Listen to the song here. The Tea Song I never sat right next to you in class before but I wanted to be next to you so today I took the chair right next to yours I fixed my hair and waited there but when you walked in you didn’t take that… Continue reading The Tea Song
I was (probably) born with borderline personality disorder. When I was four, my mother noticed my obstinate tendency to stay angry long past when it was appropriate. At seven, I started listening to Evanescence religiously; by 11 I was talking about painting my room black. I was 12 when they told me I was sick,… Continue reading An Analysis of Childhood Mental Illness
Dear friend, relative, significant other, or miscellaneous acquaintance, I am weird. Please allow me to elaborate. I have borderline personality disorder. Rather than bore you with the details of what that means in clinical terms (you can look up the symptoms online), I’d rather tell you about what those symptoms do to me specifically, so… Continue reading How To Know When I’m Not Myself: An Open Letter
(Note: I am not a medical doctor and cannot give professional advice. All of the following is my opinion, based on my experience as a patient.) Psychiatric doctors are fascinating people*. They, more than most, are able to understand human consciousness as a function of biology. They see right through the misconception that the mind… Continue reading How To Be a Good Mental Patient, Part 1: Before You’re Medicated
Lulliby A Poem I’m used to being up when you’re asleep it gets worse the closer you are to me the world spins under your gentle breathing no one knows what you are dreaming miles away, I’m far from sleeping tonight you are not mine purple sky outside your window worries on the… Continue reading Lullaby