by
Stina Axling-Cole
Short Story: General Nonfiction, Memoir/Autobiography
Locked inside an asylum, the desert sand was pulling me down and I had no intention of calling for help.
When I was fourteen I was locked inside an asylum, severely depressed and devoid of any hope for tomorrow. I was walking through the desert and I didn't intend to survive. And yet, I did. I am alive and ready to tell my tale, to put to words the darkest and most horrific period of my life.
I would love to do the story more justice, who knows? I may just write a book about it someday. But for now, this is enough.
Thank you for all the support. It fills me with joy to know that my words have touched if only one person here on this crazy earth of ours.
