Edyn Schwartz
Bio
Feminist. Sarcastic. All of my writing comes from personal experience. Narratives and nonfiction
Stories (6/0)
To My Next Therapist
September 30, 2017 To My Next Therapist, I think about killing myself a lot. Swerving into traffic at the last minute, not caring if I’m driving too fast, or maybe “accidentally” taking too many Klonopin. The thought crosses my mind multiple times a day. But, I can’t tell you this without being immediately put on a 72-hour psych hold. I can’t talk to anybody at home without fear of someone calling the cops on me because I’m “a danger to myself.” I can’t have an honest conversation about my suicidal thoughts and the demons that provoke them without being reprimanded and detained.
By Edyn Schwartz6 years ago in Psyche
Four Years
Technically it was October 20th, 2012 at an unholy hour in the morning. I came back to my dorm high after spending the evening at a friend's, and I was furious with you. We’d been playing cat and mouse for months now, and I was tired of being strung along. That night I was ready to cut it off. I was about to walk away, forgetting everything that might have been.
By Edyn Schwartz7 years ago in Humans
La Vie En Rose
Breakups suck. From the gruesome beheadings of Henry VIII’s wives in the 16th century to Tom Cruise and Katie Holms multimillion-dollar divorce in the 21st, the end of a relationship is traumatizing. The mausoleum of breakups is constantly filled with songs of broken hearts, stories of unrequited love, desperate declarations of "You cheated on me less than my last girlfriend. I just need you to stay with me!" At some point in our lives, we will all be victims of a horrible heartbreak. "We need to talk," is the most anxiety inducing phrase in the English language that, more often than not, becomes "I'm breaking up with you." And in this moment of tremendous emotion, we are also given a choice: disintegrate into an empty shell of sadness or shed the skin of the old relationship and rebuild.
By Edyn Schwartz7 years ago in Humans
The Nightmare/the Dream
THE NIGHTMARE January 2020 Dear 2017 Edyn, Greetings! I am writing you from the future. In three years you’ve accomplished so much! You were accepted to graduate school in San Francisco, your dream program, and was miraculously able to afford it. I graduated last May and was immediately offered a position at a local LGBTQ+ youth center in the heart of downtown. The money isn’t great, but you make a living doing something you love. Nanook, as always, is by your side. You’ve made new friends and are finally feeling happy…
By Edyn Schwartz7 years ago in Futurism
The Curse of Subjectivity
I am no stranger to people walking out of my life. In my twenty-two years, I’ve lost countless individuals, and those who used to be significant have become distant memories. As they leave, I find myself obsessing over why they left. What did I do wrong? What stories will they tell about me as their life progresses? No matter how much I fixate on it I will never know. Subjective experience is tricky like that.
By Edyn Schwartz7 years ago in Humans