Winner of Shipwreck SF, San Francisco’s premier literary erotic fan fiction event. Mary Poppins landed outside the Banks residence. The front door swung open and there stood two children. One of them, doesn’t matter which, asked Mary if she could mend their kite. Mary obliged, she snapped her fingers, and…

Emotional Rollercoaster Runaway Mind Train Spinning Thoughts Tunnel Of Self-Hate Cry Me A Lazy River Going Mad Tea Party Epcot Need Some Space Mountain House Of Mirrors To Hold Up To Yourself It’s A Small World When You Don’t Leave The Apartment The Wizarding World Of Just You And Your Thoughts Haunted House Of Friends You’ve Ghosted Because It’s Hard To Get Back To People When Your Head Is A Fog Of Sadness

It never used to be this way. …

I gave birth to my daughter three weeks ago, but she doesn’t feel like my daughter. I don’t feel like a mum, I feel like some person who loves this baby so much. Like an overly zealous babysitter. Like I’m looking after her until her real mum turns up. People…

INT. AMANDA’S BEDROOM. DAY Tight on AMANDA, thirties, depressed, sitting on her bed. She smells her armpits. AMANDA: Oh yeah, I’d say I’ve hit the five day mark. TITLE CARD: Meet Your New Instructor AMANDA: I’m completely numb from the mind down. TITLE CARD: In her first ever online class. …

Not returning your calls, texts, or DM’s but still posting online…a lot. Agreeing to meet up then bailing last minute because I have <insert fake yet serious-sounding physical ailment>. Taking medication and not being racist. Leaving your party without saying goodbye to anyone, unless there’s a pet, in which case…

If you write about or discuss your mental illness online, chances are you’ve been on the receiving end of a range of comments and reactions. Everything from your classic, “depression isn’t real” to “snap out of it” to the more simplistic, “die.” However, you’ve probably had a ton of lovely…

A two line email containing five parentheses. Title for an empty google doc. A “breezy” DM to an ex. Filling out the “any other comments?” in an online form. A text with full grammar and punctuation. Nothing. Any tweet. Pros and cons list of what it would be like to date me. An entire novel…in a group chat. That pointy “S” you know the one. Reading. One bullet of a bullet journal. “Happy Birthday!” on three Facebook’s acquaintances’s walls.

Getting pregnant wasn’t a race against time, it was a race against mind.