Frank M. Anderson's Writing

Tag: anxiety

  • Saying the Word -Suicide- (A Braid with Ren)

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    Content Warning: This chapter speaks plainly about suicide, addiction, depression, and male mental health. I won’t describe methods. If you’re in crisis in the U.S., call or text 988. This is a companion piece to On Suicide- https://fulcrumandaxis.com/2025/05/19/on-suicide/ I didn’t find Ren by wandering a record store; he found me through the machine. “Hi Ren”…

  • Why I Quit Taking My Meds—and Why I’m Back on Them Now

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    ⚠️ Content Warning:This post discusses mental health, psychiatric medication, and experiences with bipolar disorder, including references to mania and depressive lows. If you’re in a fragile state or easily triggered by these subjects, please take care while reading.___________________________________________________________________ I’m going to start by taking the coward’s way out—because the truth is, I don’t have one…

  • Radical Honesty at 2 A.M.: The Sensitive Asshole Theory of Writing

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    This is not the sort of thing people talk about.But I promised myself this space would be real. So here it is. I inherited some quirks from my birth mother. She has Crohn’s disease—I don’t, thankfully—but I did inherit a few little joys of my own.And one of them is… a particularly high-maintenance digestive situation.…

  • On Suicide

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    Some truths need to be said out loud. ⚠️ Content Warning:This post contains open and unfiltered discussion of suicide, depression, emotional isolation, and male mental health. It is not a cry for help. It is a lived truth.If you are in immediate danger or crisis, please reach out. In the U.S., you can contact the…

  • May 18: For Ian, For Chris, For the Ones Still Here

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    On this day—May 18—both Ian Curtis and Chris Cornell took their own lives. Two musicians, generations apart, whose voices changed everything for people like me. Ian made anguish poetic. Chris made screaming sound like a form of prayer. They were different, but they understood the same darkness. They gave shape to it. They made it…