Hi there.

Look, I have a birthmark on the top of my head.

Look, I have a birthmark on the top of my head.

Welcome to Nerve 10.

I’m Jordan, and I created this site because I couldn’t find mental health information on the Internet that I could relate to.

Nerve 10 is where you will find the most accessible, most meaningful mental health stories and poetry on the world wide web.

My goal is not to regurgitate technical terms and generic information—it’s to create a more realistic and helpful mental health narrative.

Seasons of Anxiety

Seasons of Anxiety

a foggy anxious forest scene

anxiety is a silent scream

that starts in the head

and falls to the floor

where it’s picked up

by feet that patter

and arms that flutter

and a stomach that churns

on and on

it goes

it moves

it builds

it sows

great fields

that will never be harvested

 

anxiety is in the seasons

but beyond them

in the ground

but apart from it

it’s thick

hanging heavy

in the air

like dew drops

of a frosty morning

 

look outside

and see it

stay inside

and feel it

just don’t try

to rid yourself

of the sticky substance

like molasses

so alluring

the slow slide

of sweet, sweet quicksand

The Hole that Swallowed You

The Hole that Swallowed You

Where I Trace My Lines

Where I Trace My Lines

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