In A Mental Hospital Again, A Psychiatrist Listens To How I Discovered The Demon That Torments Me — “It’s going to be alright,” the nurse said, gently placing her hand on my forearm. Securely strapped to the gurney, I watched the fluorescent tube lights passing over my head. The stainless-steel ceiling of the elevator quickly replaced the lights, and I heard the orderly press a button. …

The Woman Buried Below My Bedroom Comes to Visit — Darkness pressed into my soul. The frigid air clawed its way across my body each time the blankets moved. It’s a hard lesson to learn that the night exists to connect the empty space between realms, especially when your bedroom sits over the graves of the dead. That night as…

He Called Me From The Darkness, But Wasn’t He Dead? — I heard my name. Even in the dark of night, I recognized the voice. But it couldn’t be. The owner of the voice drowned at sea. He called me again from a distance. I quickly headed down the beach, towards the ocean. “Oh, please help me!” …

If The Reaper Tells You When You Will Die, How Will You React? — The bile in the back of my throat burned as I swallowed it back down. Today was my appointed day. The day that I would pass from this life. The Reaper told me so himself, that dark creature of the shadows — collector of the souls of the damned. You…

A Question I Ask Because I Won’t Look For Myself — The question seems simple to you. Yes, with my eyes I can see But never into my own do I peer So, I ask this question: what color are my eyes? I knew when I was a boy I knew when I was a teen Then it all happened; I…

Struggling with Imposter Syndrome After Making Over $1 Million Writing, and How to Conquer It — This is really hard to admit, but I struggle to call myself a writer. I don’t have an English or Literary degree. I’ve never had a business card that proclaims “WRITER” in the title. Until I got to college, I never had a decent English teacher. I spent more hours…

Facing the Audience and the Irony of My Own Ignorance — Terrified, I walked to the podium to deliver my first speech. It was my junior year in college, and I had no choice. I’d delayed taking Public Speaking as long as I could. The irony was apparent to me. I was a Communications major afraid of public speaking. Professional surveys…

Little Boys Love To Play, but This Child Wants Something More — “Do you have any questions about your son’s prescriptions for Chlorpromazine or Prozac?” asked the pharmacist. “No, his psychiatrist explained to me what I needed to know,” the well-dressed woman replied without even a glance at the teenager by her side, “Theodore will take them as prescribed.” Theodore looked at…