TW Contributors Respond to the Global Pandemic
It makes no sense to close yourself off from others now. I receive a joke, laugh my head off, pass it on. If it's not in a language that the other person knows, I translate it.
It makes no sense to close yourself off from others now. I receive a joke, laugh my head off, pass it on. If it's not in a language that the other person knows, I translate it.
It’s not the spasms or pain I remember, only the damp, hot, itchy, smelly strips of wool.
I could move in any direction or be motionless, disconnected from everything—my life back in Korea, my plans to move home.
Everyone else in my family would remember me when I was gone. But not him.
You really have to swim down into yourself when you’re writing, which is why people confuse it all with mental illness.
I’m afraid of contributing to the stigma of mental illness by telling this story.
We wanted to make a good impression. Maybe even to launch a conversation.
Off his meds, Daniel went to a bar, got spooked, and lost his temper.
Have you ever recoiled from your own newborn?
I can go out to a restaurant and no longer think the people at the next table are sending me messages in their sentences.