Jessica Banda
Bio
Finding my purpose in life one story at a time.
Stories (18/0)
Living with Pseudotumor Cerebri
Disclaimer: I am not a Doctor, and I have no medical education of any sort. Everything I state in this article is from my own personal experience living with Pseudotumor Cerebri. And my years and years of research trying to understand and heal the disease that has taken control of my life.
By Jessica Banda11 months ago in Psyche
Friends in Higher Places
Carl, a beautiful Langshan rooster is at it again! Waking Lance with his loud ass crowing. “What the hell Carl,” he shouts in his deep Southern accent as he sits up from his bed and looks at his alarm clock sitting on the bedside table - it reads 3 a.m. “I don’t need to be up for another hour, why can’t you be like your siblings and crow quieter? Just my luck I had to be the one stuck with the meanest and loudest rooster.” Shakes his head back and forth and he gives a soft laugh. Lance gets out of bed and stretches his 6’ 5” toned tan body.
By Jessica Banda12 months ago in Fiction
The Abandoned House
“ If walls could talk… They would tell you I’m not okay. They would tell you about every argument that went on. Tell you about the scars I hide. They would tell you about the nights they had to hear me cry, the nights I’d toss and turn till I finally fell asleep.
By Jessica Bandaabout a year ago in Fiction
Trouble in Paradise
It was a beautiful warm night, the stars sparkled and the moon kissed the ocean. You could hear laughter all around. New loves enjoying one another’s presence. Old loves rekindling their spark that hasn’t gone out, but needed reminding. Drinks drowning the livers of vacationers trying to escape their lives , even if it’s just for the moment.
By Jessica Bandaabout a year ago in Fiction
Secrets Beneath
The black box: The sounds of panting and exhaustion fill the air. “ Almost there, keep going don’t stop until you reach your brother and sister”, Jenny yells in agony. The hallways felt longer, the rooms got bigger. Darkness filled each room as they went through. Nothing makes sense to any of them, it felt like they were running for hours. They could feel a darkness creep up on them slowly from the back. “ THERE,” Jenny yells as she points to Room 105. Bright lights make its way from under the door.
By Jessica Bandaabout a year ago in Fiction
Hidden Diary
Thursday 3-12-02: I have woke up every morning like I have for years. Exhausted, as if I had ran a marathon in my sleep. Waking up to a burning headache that makes me nauseous, my whole body in agony. Knowing I might need a nap later on in the day bc all night all I do is toss and turn ; but knowing I won’t take one simply because there is just to much to do and very little time.
By Jessica Bandaabout a year ago in Fiction