on my own
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what if i don’t make it?
what if meds don’t work and i end up with flashing lights and grippy socks like my whole generation? or, what if zoloft does its job and stability contains me? would health come at the cost of character development, make me a slave to fifty milligrams a night? they told me all my life the greatest shame was giving in to ask for help when i, by skin of teeth, could force my healing on my own. could i have fixed this on my own? |
Emma Anderson
is an amateur poet from Lynchburg, VA. Her journey as a poet began in 2020, when she and a friend challenged each other to write one poem every day for twenty days. Recently, Emma’s poetry has drawn from life experiences associated with young adulthood and mental health struggles. |