If you walk out and sit beside a small stream deep in the woods, swallow enough sedatives to kill three people, and wash them all down with enough alcohol to supply a decent frat party, you certainly don’t expect to wake up.
When you wake up anyway, surrounded by only ferns in a foggy silence, you can develop a life-long aversion—even a phobia—of such things.
Fernophobia, my retelling of just such an event, appears in the recently-published 2nd Issue of Amygdala, a literary journal that addresses mental health issues of all sorts, from all viewpoints. And there’s lots of other good work there, too. The editors state: “It is our hope that Amygdala will de-stigmatize society’s view on mental health and create deeper recognition of the importance of mental health services.”
You’d have to be crazy to think this isn’t important, eh?
At any rate, READ FERNOPHOBIA HERE .