Lindsay Rosei lay in bed and i stare at the same patch of crisp, white paint on my ceiling.i get dressed for no one. my mom calls. i choke down food. i go to sleep without washing the mascara streaked down my tear stained cheeks.Apr 17, 2020Apr 17, 2020
Lindsay RoseIve been thinking a lot lately about what happens when we die.At some point growing up, I learned that my grandparents got a divorce because my grandpa was sleeping around town. It instantly changed…May 15, 2018May 15, 2018
Lindsay RoseA letter to my ex boyfriendMy junior year of college, I took a public speaking class and we had to write a speech to someone who changed our lives. This speech was…May 9, 2018May 9, 2018
Lindsay RoseYou always smelled like gasoline, and lemon and bergamot.I still remember you frantically trying to break down the bathroom door. I still remember the noise it made when I slammed my face into the…Apr 18, 2018Apr 18, 2018
Lindsay Roseinsomnia tastes like nutella.anxiety tastes like ginger ale. in the days after my exboyfriend left, i couldn’t swallow anything. i would choke down half a meal, and try…Aug 17, 2017Aug 17, 2017
Lindsay RoseThe past year has been the hardest year of my life.This year has been so exhausting. I never used to talk about my deep personal issues and I held on to a lot of things. Some of those things…Mar 19, 2017Mar 19, 2017
Lindsay RoseMy anxiety is not cute.Yes I care deeply about others, but only so that my actions will not inconvenience them. I am a doormat. I am not a ‘good friend’, I am…Mar 14, 2017Mar 14, 2017
Lindsay RoseI don’t know who I am some mornings.Anxiety is hell. Real, true panic is hell. Like a storm cloud looming overhead as you’re walking home, it waits patiently before it…Mar 4, 2017Mar 4, 2017
