I wanted to write this so anyone who finds the old posts I’ve written can see that these stories can have a happy ending. Being listened to and taken seriously and getting the help you need is undoubtedly an uphill battle, but it is not necessarily going to be your whole life. Someday it could be something you look back on.
If authors were elements, Moïra Fowley-Doyle would be the earth. Her words are dark, soft and soothing, yet they feed and grow a tangle of frightening, unknown things. After many months of wistfully looking at Spellbook of the Lost and Found on my TBR pile, I finally sat and devoured it hungrily within a matter of hours.…… Continue reading Review: Spellbook of the Lost and Found
What if there were no happy endings? What if Rapunzel’s mother carried her to fill a cavernous void left by her need for fulfillment? What if the owner of the gingerbread house longed for something more in life, and built a house so she could help fill the hearts of those who felt as she did? What if the kiss that would bring the frog prince back to his human form meant a death sentence to the kisser? What if sister Fair tried to keep Trembling hidden to protect her, and not out of jealousy?
What if? What if?
Wake up. Take a breath. Slowly. That’s it. You’ve been breathing all night. Do it again. And again. You’re alive. Congratulations. You’ve lived to see another day. Keep breathing. Sit up. Take a sip of water. And another. That’s it. Keep breathing. Yes, you’ve got work or school or that appointment you don’t want to…… Continue reading Mornings.
My figurative anxiety toolbox was filled with tools for dealing with mental illness-y things that had no basis. Of identifying rogue emotions and coping. It doesn’t have a section labelled ‘what to do when someone close to you dies’. It doesn’t have a section labelled ‘how to cope when someone breaks into your home twice in a week and you’re home for the second attempt’. It doesn’t have a section labelled ‘actual life shit that the whole world is effectively ill equipped to deal with and so are you and that’s okay’.
This was not the post I set out to write about this show. This was not the post I had imagined myself writing early on in the episodes, back when I thought 13 Reasons Why was a clever indictment of the flippancy with which young people say and do things. I thought it was a commentary on how, yeah, this stuff happens to people all the time – people get bullied. . People get hurt. – but that you’ve no way of knowing what will push a kid over the edge. You have no way of knowing how many buttons you’re pushing. I thought they were pulling no punches, asking the audience to decide for themselves how morally corrupt the entire setup was.
Silence Interrupted focuses on the senior year of four high school students – Troye, Arabella, Zaidan and Adelaide. Troye is haunted by his father’s drinking problem. Zaidan is struggling to keep Arabella happy as she buckles under the weight of her spiteful mother’s words. Adelaide just wants to keep everyone happy. The four friends discover what a year can bring when faced with all the pitfalls life can possibly throw at teens just trying to find their way out into the world.