I take a sip of water and hold it in my mouth.I can feel the liquid swirling in anticipation."We might have some relief," my body sings. Lips close, then pucker forward.I pop one two three four five sixdifferent tablets into my mouththrough the o-shaped gap I make. Like forcing squares into circles, they never seem… Continue reading Prescriptions
Author: Jade Edge
Journal #6 Hear me Roar (quietly)
I have been quiet. This has been part intent and part descent. I apologise. My comeback should come soon but for now, I need to rest this weary head. In 2021 I finally got a name to apply to my pain but from that point, I have spiralled; I have been elated; relieved; deceived. My… Continue reading Journal #6 Hear me Roar (quietly)
the struggle
Mirtazapine.Amitriptyline. Take it. Don’t fake it.Wash it down. Look! You can smile now. Cheek to cheek. Ear to ear.It’s a hard knock life. I should disappear.But am I even seen now? Scream at the top of my lungs.I can feel it -I'm burning out.
I used to write stories
I used to write stories.I used to relish in literature; crafting worlds and bringing kingdoms to their knees. I used to write about monsters; magic; queens. But the love of the stories I was creating flatlined. I felt abandoned by myself. Why had my mind thrown them aside? They were a lifeline. I needed them… Continue reading I used to write stories
stagnation
Stifled, I find myself writing only in snippets.Crafting singular, heart-wrenching, yet candid images.I was poised to express, but I express less than I planned.Pen to paper. Fingers to keys. Words simply fail me.My own mind annihilates my own advice. I contemplate on how I intended writing as a kind of self-therapyand yet, when needed now… Continue reading stagnation
Endometriosis
EndlessNauseatingDebilitatingOperationsMedicationsEatingTreatingRavagedIllnessOmnipresentSufferingImbalancedSelf-destruction
Flare Up
Poke, prod, push.Clench, crunch, clutch.Gasp, gag, grab.Suck, sting, stab.Burn, bruise, bend.Trouble, torture, tend.321Start again.
RE-BLOG: The Tennessee Poet – In Memory of Walt Page #poetry #NaPoWriMo
For those of you who may not have heard the news. . . Rest in peace, Walt.
diagnoses
I was diagnosed, barely into secondary school, as clinically depressed. A diagnosis which I have carried on my shoulders ever since.But I am still here, so I guess it didn’t win yet? I was diagnosed, more-or-less the same time as above, with dysmenorrhea.*A diagnosis which I was told to get on and live with because… Continue reading diagnoses
Scorched & Scorned
Abolish my lungs and then send me to sleep. You can do what you want. I won’t feel a thing.Grind my bones into dust to make your own bread.Take all that you can until nothing else is left. My mind is a heaven only I see.My soul aches to fly; it calls to be free. My… Continue reading Scorched & Scorned
Tea & Transparency 