In life there always seem to be a line that shouldn’t be crossed. Conversations that shouldn’t happen. Jokes that shouldn’t be made. Thoughts that shouldn’t be thought. Actions that spawn from those thoughts that should never be taken. Sometimes one can cross the line and make your way back to the safe side. Sometimes one can never uncross the line. I flirted with the line and in my mind, I crossed the line.
Read MorePoetry by Sarah Lilius
In May, I scribble out one to my mother. I start to hoard the pills, they line the paper, weak soldiers eager to drown. I imagine she won’t understand, like a paper doll, blank look, easy to fold.
Read MoreAn Autobiographical Comic by Rosie Clay
I go by Rosie. I write and draw autobiographical comics. I have since a year after I was diagnosed with bipolar type one at age eighteen. I have made comics about all aspects of my life, but mainly I am drawn to writing about my manic and depressed episodes.
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