Mental illness Stories

Human beings crave love and intimacy, or so I'd read and been told. Maybe I'd grown more susceptible to that craving, and that was why I finally accepted Matthew's invitation to have coffee with him. He seemed surprised when I said yes. As for me, I was surprised he'd been so persistent in asking. Everything about me—my boring hairstyle, my plain wardrobe, the extra weight I carried—it all served to render me invisible to...

Scrolling for spirals to make herself feel better, Madam reached for her tumbler of scotch and tipped back another swig. Nothing was really satisfying, and she felt more depressed and empty than was healthy to feel. She didn’t want to go through the whole bottle, and she hated having flashbacks this bad, it happened every year during this month - her month. Memories of when it was good with someone who wasn’t around anymo...

“It’s not here,” she panted as her hands rummaged through the scattered papers. Inscribed in every sheet were the sonatas that she knew. “This is not my song.” Her breathing was frantic as confusion consumed her actions. Her hands raced the same pieces over and over. Her eyes was glazed with the pain that she endures. Though she tries to hide it underneath her long bangs, one of her eyes was lost and now cove red by a med...