Probably Not Good Enough

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It’s probably not good enough. If you’re a creative person trying to create creative things and put them out into the world, you’ve probably made this statement. If you haven’t, you’re a freak. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. For most of us creatives, putting our ideas into the world can involve a lot of fears and tussling with our egos. We look at our work in comparison to those who came before us, and we cringe.

We may think of our creations in the same way that Anne Bradstreet does in her poem The Author to Her Book where she describes her newly released book as “Thou ill-form’d offspring of my feeble brain.” When I first read this poem, I was a wet behind the ears college newbie with plans to work for someone else. I understood how difficult it can be for creative people to accept their…

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Confessions of An Unredeemed Fan


Leslie Jamison | Tin House | Spring 2017 | 18 minutes (4,943 words)

Amy Winehouse’s last big concert was in Belgrade, a month before she died. This was June of 2011. Billed as the beginning of her comeback tour, the gig turned into one of her most infamous train wrecks: when she came on stage, she was drunk beyond the point of making sense, beyond the point of standing — tripping and crouching, sitting down to take off her shoes, leaning into her bass guitarist and holding his hand. The crowd started heckling her early and didn’t let up. “Sing!” they shouted. “Sing! Sing!”

Her eyes were as large as a child’s, as if she’d been dropped into a life she had no idea how to live. Her life had been unmanageable for years. But the thing was, she had all this management: a promoter, a producer, a father…

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The Little Girl in the Mirror

This is beautiful. So much truth & it reminds me of a 13 year old me.

The Bipolar Writer Mental Health Blog

The little girl sits in her room, her face illuminated by a screen, the room dark apart from this one square of light. She plays melodic, dramatic songs, songs you’d never hear on the top 40 or on the commute to work. Her slim figure is drowned in an enormous black hoodie, the sleeves of which cover her hands down to her fingers, revealing chipped and bitten nail polish. In all senses, the girl is no different to any other thirteen year-old, holed up in her bedroom, connecting with the internet world far more than her real world. It’s what teenagers do, so they say.

But this thirteen year-old is still a little girl and she’s researching suicide.

The year is 2005. Mental health is still kept firmly behind closed doors, along with sexuality and gender identity. The term ‘suicide’ is usually only spoken of by mentally healthy people, commenting…

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