Category Archives: Prose

Manic by Bryan William Myers

The day started at around 5 in the morning. I’m lying awake, on my side, staring at the walls, out the window, thinking tremendously, thinking about stupid, mundane things. Where does that star go once it’s gone behind the horizon?

Manic by Bryan William Myers

The day started at around 5 in the morning. I’m lying awake, on my side, staring at the walls, out the window, thinking tremendously, thinking about stupid, mundane things. Where does that star go once it’s gone behind the horizon?

This I Leave by Susan H.

If I leave, I leave the harmful mental state that threatens my emotional health. Yes, I still recall the feelings of despondent misery. Life seemed so bleak and not worth living at the worst moment. Yes, it’s called Depression. And

This I Leave by Susan H.

If I leave, I leave the harmful mental state that threatens my emotional health. Yes, I still recall the feelings of despondent misery. Life seemed so bleak and not worth living at the worst moment. Yes, it’s called Depression. And