the semicolon project

A very inspiring, very real look at depression. And a reminder that it often lurks in places least expected. And to keep going, one moment at a time.

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FullSizeRender-1FullSizeRender Today I went to a tattoo artist, and for $60 I let a man with a giant Jesus-tattoo on his head ink a semi-colon onto my wrist where it will stay until the day I die. By now, enough people have started asking questions that it made sense for me to start talking, and talking about things that aren’t particularly easy.

We’ll start here: a semi-colon is a place in a sentence where the author has the decision to stop with a period, but chooses not to. A semi-colon is a reminder to pause and then keep going. 

In April I was diagnosed with depression and anxiety. By the beginning of May I was popping anti-depressents every morning with a breakfast I could barely stomach. In June, I had to leave a job I’d wanted since I first set foot on this campus as an incoming freshmen because of my mental…

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Stephanie Miller and the Sorcerer’s Stone

Ty is one of my good friends, and a great writer. Give his latest a read. It’s totally worth it. 🙂

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This short story is a birthday present I wrote for a friend. The names have been changed to protect the innocent. Or… Whatever.

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Stephanie Miller and the Sorcerer’s Stone

“Mmrrroooww!”

Stephanie cracked an eyelid, whimpering in frustration. The noise was loud, constant, and unending. The heavy cat lay on her chest, kneading claws scraping at the blanket. “Mmrrooww!!” it screamed again.

“Eeerrgghh… Shut up, Jeff-Jeff.” Stephi groaned, trying to roll over. “Let me sleep.”

Instead the cat crawled closer at signs of life from his owner, kneading harder and purring loud. No, Stephi thought. Not purring… She turned again, re-cracking her eyes to stare at the cat. His eyes were wide and staring and bits of foam flaked at the corner of his mouth as he mewled again. Instantly Stephi was awake, sitting up in bed to wrap her arms around the quivering feline and scanning the room for…

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