Odes to Lithium

October 2, 2015 Shira Erlichman 0

Ode to Lithium #107 The Summer I was wrong, or arrogant, or hopeful, I told my Psychiatrist I could be rid of you by ⅔. In fact, I’d started adjusting the dose myself. I’m being […]

Misdiagnosed

January 28, 2014 Adam A. Neal 0

“Fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking.” With each swear, the scissor blade hit my arms, but the pain never surfaced. I was already in too much pain for it to matter. “Fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking.” I cursed […] […]