Psychosis: Leaving Home – Part Four

By Jessica Doonan Christmas arrived, inviting, consistent and warm with its sounds and smells. 7 months since my father’s suicide. 7 months since the fuselage of my life gave way, breaking open with the pressure of a thousand rivers, a thousand lies, a thousand truths none of us wanted to face. Breach was everywhere for […]

Psychosis: Leaving Home – Part Three

I. 10:15 am A curly-haired woman sits at the front of the Day Room, smiling at us. Only four patients came to Mindfulness Therapy today. The man next to me keeps nodding off on the table, the fluffy ring of white hair encircling his skull bobbing gently up and down with his breathing. “Take a […]

Psychosis: Leaving Home – Part One

It’s a drizzling day in April. It’s two am. It’s five pm. It doesn’t matter in the darkness and nobody knows. I’m inside, of course. I’m always inside. Things are happening again. My days are lived in shreds and scraps, like this one: shrouded in a ripped quilt, I sink into myself, the visceral terror […]

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Alaska Pride

Winter is creeping into Anchorage. Snow has been perched up on the Chugach range to the east for weeks, ebbing and spreading as the weather toys with us down here in the city- fifty degrees one day, twenty-five the next.  Each day, the sun lingers a little less in the sky and we’re left in […]


After some undefined number of months living in another country, the major contrasts between Old Home and New Home fade into the background. I guess I’ve grown accustomed to rhythms of Turkish life. I get a strange sensation of uncertainty sometimes, indecision- firetrucks screeching up the street and missing their turn, playing board games at […]