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This installment features excerpts of fiction, poetry, and self-care.
Spillwords.com published this Halloween Flash Fiction in their Spillwords Halloween series.
The Forest
I decided to go on an impulse. I couldn’t tell you why. I walked through the forest, bundled tightly. My hands gripped my belongings, deep in my pockets. It was as though I were afraid to let them go.
I could hear the rustling leaves and whistling wind. Lanterns glowed as I waited with everyone else. We stood in long lines that stretched for hundreds of yards.
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Self-care article on Vocal.
Surviving Seasonal Depression in 2020
*TW: Mental Health
Congratulations, you’ve survived everything that 2020 has thrown at you so far. It feels like anything could happen next, and a familiar nemesis is on the horizon. Not only could your seasonal depression feel heavier this year, but some of your usual coping mechanisms might not feel available to you.
This only means that we need to get creative and find new ways to survive in the fourth quarter of this year.
I published this poem on Booksie, as part of a poetry contest.
The Moth
A moth flew through my balcony doorway and made a beeline for my lamp.
I tried to help. I switched off the lamp and switched on my balcony light. But there was still that space of darkness in between, and my deck light wasn’t nearly as bright as the lamp had been. The moth didn’t want to budge… or maybe I wasn’t patient enough.
I struggle between impatience and too much patience. Either I move on quickly, or I wait too long.
Regardless, it wouldn’t go outside, and for a while, I let it rest inside the lamp’s glass curve.
Maybe it was just too tired. I’ve been too tired before. So tired that I couldn’t see more than a pinprick in front of my face. So tired that I couldn’t move or didn’t want to. I’ve been so tired that all thoughts pulled me farther beneath the waves, heavy as anchors.