October 1st, 2020 by Hannah E
Today I am 27.
I spent many years of my life in a very dark place. I spent many years suffering without truly understanding why....
Mabon Down by Valerie Moran-Clark
It was about this crisp
And with skinning wind
That skies narrowed
Darker with quickening clouds
Vampires did all surround
Shadows ever inkier grew
And leapt off the page
Separating me...
A Middle Finger to Oppression and DBT by Rebecca Donaldson
She (my psychologist) didn’t like me, and I don’t know why
I guess it’s not okay to wish to die
I was told by society I...
ptsd as a failure to punctuate by Timothy Hamilton
a fresh blister peeled on
an ant across the street
stomping off in anger
with no where to go
looks to long familiar signs
with names written the same
to...
How to Escape by Lincoln Barr
Born with a pain I struggled to define
I bore your secrets up and down my spine
I pressed my tender back against the pew
But there...
Shattered by Alan Moster
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall
He shattered in pieces
Then trauma ensued
So we called several healers
Who claimed that they knew
They...
The Shadows by Hannah E
I’ve lived a life of deep pain, sorrow and suffering. I’ve lived a life of light with the capacity to shine at every angle...
THEY WHO CANNOT SAY by Bunny
I didn’t realise I was leaving till I was already gone.
A strange face in the mirror.
Stupid creature.
And what good are you now to anyone?
Seeking...
My Veterans Benefits Were Denied Because My Military Job “Did Not Exist” And The...
“Section 23a of your Form DD-214 lists your military occupational specialty as ‘EXP,’ the letter from the VA said. “That occupation does not exist....
The Autistic Person Speaks Out by Richard Plowden
I really find it such a stigma
That men to me are an enigma,
(That, greatly to my consternation,
I just cannot make conversation.)
Yes, though I call...
I Wish I Were by Ken Segal
I wish I were....
I wish I were a dolphin, just a-swimming in the sea,
I would swim and fish forever, a happy swimmer I would...
War in Utopia by Anonymous
the sanest of men are here
they are not carrying weapons
even if they fight against
ticking dynamite
no gunshells against people who walk on eggshells
they have pens...
A Poem for Lovers of the DSM by Rebecca Donaldson
And what is healing?
Chiseling.
Chipping.
Picking.
Smearing and rubbing off the grime.
The gunk.
The graffiti I no longer wish to wear.
To hear.
To feel in my left foot.
Raised shoulder.
Waist...
Things Not Taught to a Psychology Student or MFT by Rebecca Donaldson
I wish you could see what happened to me
They are things often not taught to a psychology student or MFT
My mother became a drug...
Hearts Are Meant to be Fed Love, Not latrogenic Harm by Rebecca Donaldson
I wish you had tried to understand what had happened to me, but in the end, you lacked empathy.
I tried to convey to you...
Mad Women by Rebecca Donaldson
Mad women
Sad women
Neglected
And not accepted
Our experiences of child abuse and suicidal ideation can’t possibly be connected
We are said to be “crazy, hysterical, and abnormal,”
And...
Broken Down Hallways by Abby Abbott
Battered and bloody
locked up
locked down
in your broken down hallway
“where is the exit?” I ask
“Its in your hand” says the nurse
“the little yellow pill”
“Take it...
Madness, Beauty, Love by Laurenne Kredentser
There’s a beauty in madness
That most will never understand
A love that opens up your heart
To those you never met, never knew, never saw before.
And...
Dear Doctor (Unsent Letters) by Rose Y.
Dear Doctor,
Can we please rewind,
slip back in time?
To the first time that we spoke.
You say you don’t remember me
It’s no trouble,
Let’s refresh your memory
I’m...
A Love Poem for the Girls with ‘Borderline’ by Rebecca Donaldson
I want to write a love poem for the girls who have been branded with, “Borderline.”
I want to write a love poem for the...
Bedridden by Joey Marino
I can remember certain feelings, but I can’t feel very well.
I can’t hold someone’s hand because my hands over grip. They squeeze very hard....
The Impasse by Devin S. Turk
Some say I am explaining
the anti-psychiatry movement
to my psychiatrist,
but I can only tell you:
On the kitchen stove
a tea kettle is screaming
and no one is...
What if We All Became Preachers? by Laurenne Kredentser
What if we all became preachers?
Us madfolk
Who’ve been locked up, lobotomized, and drugged into a living death
Who’ve been tied to trees and left to...
Everything is Tammy by Ms. Dangerfield
Me alive apparently - not sure.
Jonah potential danger Dr. Ivorchuck is being paged.
That's Shawn's voice. Dr. Oram- or him? I might have HIV so...
I Am Not Your Pejorative Label by Rebecca Donaldson
I wish you had tried to understand what had happened to me, but in the end, you lacked empathy.
I tried to convey to you...