LiederWynd

A quick disclaimer before we begin.  The following creative nonfiction deals a lot with my mental health, the issues I've always had with it, and some of my current successes with it. This entry is not to be taken as me confessing that I'm crazy, that I need to be carted away or see a shrink. I have been evaluated by health professionals and while I am of sound mind, growing up with lots of expectations means that you have to put the mental legwork in as an adult to be normal. Fortunately, this is something I have done. I am not sick, I am not dying, the world is not ending. While everything is not always rainbows and butterflies, as this entry explains, I am totally okay and doing well. Bottom line, fam: I am fine, I am not in any danger, and there is no reason for anybody to worry or freak out. If you think I'm looking at you, I'm looking at you. The following creative nonfiction also makes reference to, but does not DIRECTLY mention outright, a major issue in t...

Every once in a while, I’ve written fiction that has a basis in reality. Because of the nature of this fiction, I call it “creative nonfiction.” Though it may seem like it’s not real at all, so I usually have to preface it as “really really really creative nonfiction.” This is mostly actual creative nonfiction. The content is not real. It’s based off a dream I had. But the dream itself was real. I had it. So this, in a sense, is creative nonfiction. There's death and suicide alluded to, but nothing vivid (and not mine, LOL). And nobody dies in this story. At least...in this version.