Autobiography

Stories, Poems, and Musings

My personal experience with depression. Touches on what I've gone through and how lucky I am to be where I am today.

A life story shoved into a small poem.

For those who think it'll never get better, I'm here to tell you that it really does.

Sitting in this tree thinking how messed up my life actually is.

This is a poem about depression and my fight with it as two selves: one who desperately wants to quit and one who still clings to life. This is a note to the latter.

This is a very short story about my life and how it feels to live it right now and the intensity that it generates for me and my wife.

This is an existential piece about me and it is absolutely a work-in-progress, as is life. It attempts to reflect the confusing nature of existence and the meaning of life.

A Place Where I Grew Up is a tragic, fictional memoir about a boy getting run over. I wrote this in order to make people more aware of road safety.

This is a true story -- and almost completely factual, too!

This autobiographical work explores the themes of existence, mental illness, meaninglessness, and the nature of the 'self'.

A Place Where I Grew Up is a tragic, fictional memoir about a boy getting run over. I wrote this in order to make people more aware of road safety.

Five parts, one story. One story, many lives. Each soul is an author.

A rat is not a mouse. A mouse is not a rat. The fundamental rules apply, as time goes by!

This is an existential piece about me and it is absolutely a work-in-progress, as is life. It attempts to reflect the confusing nature of existence and the meaning of life.

This is a very short story about my life and how it feels to live it right now and the intensity that it generates for me and my wife.

This is a poem about depression and my fight with it as two selves: one who desperately wants to quit and one who still clings to life. This is a note to the latter.

My personal experience with depression. Touches on what I've gone through and how lucky I am to be where I am today.

Sitting in this tree thinking how messed up my life actually is.

This one's for the one that hurt me the most. Screw you

For when the ones you feel you need the most, aren't anywhere to be found.

For the one that broke me