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.

Shame is a box

Shame is a box

Shame is a box.

Silence, its walls.

Inside, the air is stale. Nothing gets in. Nothing goes out. Just the lingering, rancid stench of shame.

And shame is not an easy feeling to handle.

If it feels oppressive, it’s because it is oppressive. Of all the tools in the public’s tool belt, shame packs a hefty punch. Social media missives become missiles, targeted to destroy.

Sent to enclose the person in his box, inside of his shame.

The world feels small in there.

But a box is a box, not a castle. It’s not an impenetrable fortress.

That’s the funny thing about shame.

The walls are made of silence, and they can be walked through at any time. It’s the fear of failure, of annihilation, that keeps the person contained by the walls of shame.

But there is a way out.

It starts with truth, and it comes from within. It’s a budding awareness that grows and grows, until the person in the box outgrows the box — and slides through the walls of shame.

Fortunately, the masses think in shapes. Shapes are neat, and they can be used at will, designed to box people in.

Fortunately, truth knows no bounds. Self-love is shapeless. It’s a chameleon.

Because it knows no shape, it’s potential is unlimited. That which is formless fits no box.

Anxiety, a familiar tale

Anxiety, a familiar tale

The Landscape of Doubt

The Landscape of Doubt

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