If you follow me then you’ll know I write about mental health and my experience with mental illness. And now I’ve written a book about it called That’s Mental: Painfully Funny Things That Drive Me Crazy About Being Mentally Ill.
If you’ve ever liked anything I’ve written then I hope you can check it out. It’s funny, sad, raw, and all the things. I hope it makes you laugh and cry but most of all, I hope it makes you feel less alone.
Available from anywhere that sells books.
Here’s a link to one of those places: https://www.indiebound.org/book/9781684422890
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 it was fixed. The children cheered, grabbed the kite string, and woosh! Off they flew into the evening sky.
Mrs. Banks hurried down the stairs.
“Who are you?” She asked.
“And what have you done with my children?”
“I shot them into the sky”
Mrs. Banks paused.
Runaway Mind Train
Tunnel Of Self-Hate
Cry Me A Lazy River
Going Mad Tea Party
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
Tower Of Trauma
The Hall Of Presidents
It never used to be this way. I remember when people used me for random good shit — grocery lists, half-baked movie ideas, a recommendation for a book you’ll never read, pretending to write down a recommendation for a book you’ll never read, and, of course, a thing someone said once.
I used to be an intimate, private app. It was just you and me, remember? Sometimes you’d scroll through me and think “what was I thinking?” Like when you have to decipher all those one-word entries and you’d ask yourself, why does it say “May 16th” with no additional…
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 say, “the moment a child is born, the mother is also” to which I say, “lol ok”
I was not reborn as a mother, but I’m also not who I was before.
I am in-between selves right now.
People ask “how does it feel to be a mum?” I tell…
INT. AMANDA’S BEDROOM. DAY
Tight on AMANDA, thirties, depressed, sitting on her bed. She smells her armpits.
Oh yeah, I’d say I’ve hit the five day mark.
Meet Your New Instructor
I’m completely numb from the mind down.
In her first ever online class.
You want to know what I’ve “done” today?HAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA lol, that’s good, that’s really good.
Professional Depressed Person. Amanda Rosenberg.
People think there’s only one way to be depressed, and I’m here to tell you… nuh-uh.
Looking happy in public.
Isolating yourself for weeks at a…
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, supportive messages too. The internet has helped millions of people connect on tough subjects like mental health and I love it for that. The mix of ignorant, hurtful, validating and awesome comments are just the nature of online. However, when it comes to talking about mental illness, there’s a relatively…