By: Jess Griggs When you’re thirteen, all lunchrooms are the same; whether you’re in a middle school or a loony bin. I stood there with my peanut butter sandwich and carrot sticks and surveyed my seating options. A window seat would be nice but a twitchy girl who said mean …
By: Eliska Cramer Read more of her essays on her website. She hunches her shoulders, desperately trying to minimize her height. She always finds the window seat on the bus and makes sure nothing spills out from her bag which she has tucked beneath her legs. On the airplane, she …
By: Eliska Cramer Read more of her essays on her website. At some point, it becomes like those old country songs – the ones that were about life, and not a twangy pop song about love crooned by a muscular boy with a white v-neck tshirt and brand new boots …
By: Deb Anderson “Serotonin reuptake inhibitor.” It may not have the same ring to it as the word Freedom, but to me—yes, words of freedom. I received the official diagnosis of clinical depression in 1996. One of my assignments during the course of my initial treatment was to re-create my …
By: Jess Griggs If you don’t get anything else out of visiting this site, please know this: You’re not alone. Wherever you’re at on the sliding scale of “Totally dealing with my depression in a surprisingly healthy way,” to, “Haven’t showered in three days and today isn’t looking too good …
