Outside the Asylum Walls: Author's Note by Ellies-Drawings, literature
Literature
Outside the Asylum Walls: Author's Note
I wasn't always this way...
A long time ago, I was a happy child with normal hopes and dreams, I slept through the night (mostly) and I was a moderate trouble maker at home as well as at school.
I used to keep a journal to just write down thoughts that I seemed to be particularly interesting as a child. Over time my journal evolved into a cynical editorial on the other children in my high school, the popular culture, and of course, who gave the most amount of homework in an attempt to ruin what little social life I had. If I had to pinpoint when the switch happened, I would have to say that it came with the dawn of puberty and the l
Outside the Asylum Walls: 1, The Pink Slip by Ellies-Drawings, literature
Literature
Outside the Asylum Walls: 1, The Pink Slip
June, 2016
Okay, so I finally snapped to a dangerous degree. The thoughts of killing myself have become too tempting to ignore. Do I see myself legitimately taking my own life? No, not really. I'm more afraid that there will come a day where I can't stop the urges, and that I just might go through with it. I don't want anyone to have to suffer the pain of finding me. Or never finding me.
So my mother and my partner talked me into checking myself in. Though, I think I did it wrong. No nic breaks, no sketchbooks, no yarn or crotchet. My patterns are already twelve levels of screwed up. I didn't get to kiss my partner goodnight, or list
Chaos and Hypocrisy by ArikaRinkishika, literature
Literature
Chaos and Hypocrisy
Chaos and hypocrisy
I will no more stand by countries which do not make apologies for their faults and continue to make a bloody mess in this world! I do not want to hear anymore about democracy while dictatorship is appropriate while the same are being punished!
Mali, Tunisia, Egypt, which are Muslim countries, were struck by the same terror which struck France, but we continue to strike the mosques of France, we search like crazy while the indoctrination is made on the Web and while in spite of what is said in the news, the recruited of the terror are atheists, Jews, Catholics or ignorants of a single verse of the Koran...
We always offe
Aaron was gulping down his anger with cheap vodka, hiding from the world to drown in his self-induced sorrows. It was a routine, at times – fighting then drinking, drinking then fighting. It was as if he wanted it to happen. Today was no different, and the tears that ran down my face were a testament to how the day had gone. I had been beaten down by resentment; disgraced for having an opinion. I knew, at this moment, he hated me. And yet, I loved him. Don’t ask me how or why, but I did, and I wanted to marry him for some god-forsaken reason.
We had been together for over two years, and I felt it was time to make that commitment.
My Serendipitous Love by PennedinWhite, literature
Literature
My Serendipitous Love
I survived years of physical and emotional abuse, but it was not without consequences. The incomprehensible trauma I experienced still haunts my dreams and waking thoughts. It has been, and will continue to be, a long and grueling road to overcome my fears. What I have learned and discovered on my constant journey has lessened the pain I will persistently endure.
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He sent a random hello from a thousand miles away and the wall around my heart began to crumble from that simple word. It was an unexpected chemistry that unlocked my impenetrable heart, a modest reconnection with that ignited the catalyst of my future. He was different, so diff