A place for stories about chronic illness, disability, mental health, and neurodivergence.
For the first time after nearly half a century, I finally returned to Songzi, where I decided to spend a whole week trying to fulfill my growing nostalgic needs.
Some men are breast men. Others are ass men. Will Donahue was an elbow man.
In each hand, I grip the exercise band and pull until the band is a taut swath of lime green. My nose twitches at the synthetic smell of rubber, as unnatural as the band’s color.
Jane Clayton and her dog, Mr. Snuggles, decide to have a great adventure together after they both receive the same diagnosis.
In this short, speculative story by V.M. Sawh, insurance is even more of a nightmare than it is IRL.
There it is. Printed for you; digitalized for all the world to see.
She needs me to be strong. My heart aches for her pain, the pain I have unknowingly given her.
Her supervisor is impressed with her ability, but she can only think of Don. She feels too much, they tell her. It’s a strength and a curse. Now comes the worst part of her job.
In her short story, Wiltshire-based writer Jessica Cook relays how to fall in love with someone who will inevitably leave.
In his prose poem, survivor Phil Scearce writes about what it’s like to live after recovering from cancer.