Rae Janney
Bio
A Behavioral Neuroscience major with a passion for writing. My predominant writing style is surreal poetry, and most of my pieces touch upon mental health- TW included. My goal with my writing to end the stigma of mental illness.
Stories (21/0)
It started in Junior High
TW: Depression, death, fire. I remember it started when I was in Junior High; let's say around 13 years old. I was going through The Change. My feelings were bigger, my thoughts were deeper (or so I thought), and my perception of the world was, well, bleak. These were the precursor days of the teenage goth phase, and 14 years later I still say it is NOT a phase!
By Rae Janney8 months ago in Writers
The Interview
It was just after 9 o’clock in the city that never sleeps. The traffic settled from the early morning rush, and the sea of blurry faces on the crosswalks reduced to vague flickers of familiarity. The lines outside the coffee shops dwindled, and the diners were filled with the usual natives of Manhattan- the music teachers, the housekeepers, and the retirees. The restaurants droned with a melting pot of Polish, Italian, Spanish, and Hebrew dialects. How they managed to break away from the hustle and bustle of city life, no one can say for certain. Most never bothered to ask. Those who did left none-the-wiser. But every morning started the same. They read their newspapers and nursed their coffee as if they had all the time in the world.
By Rae Janney8 months ago in Chapters
If God created me in His/Her image, I was a perfect jar of chaos.
It was 2018, maybe 2019. I had just graduated college with a degree in Psychology and found myself drifting through the day to day of a world that was no longer my own. The past seventeen years a blur of memories and milestones. Of champions and failures.
By Rae Janney8 months ago in BookClub
To My New Journal
If I were a dragon, I'd have a Writer's hoard. My hoard would not be mountains of gold or piles of silver. Nor would it be a collection of priceless gems, or other some other Earthly treasure that would tempt the sins of men. My hoard would be a collection of notebooks. Most of them would be found covered in dust. Spines uncracked and pages untouched. Sure there would be other items scattered about too: hoodies, minimalist rings, and coffee mugs, and boxes upon boxes of Twinings Jasmine tea. But the most precious thing of all, at least in my mind, would be the columns of notebooks several stories high.
By Rae Janneyabout a year ago in Journal
How did I get here? It's kind of a funny story.
The song Rosyln reminded me of the spirit of the Pacific Northwest. Its magnificent forests carving through the vast geography of the United States. Though I could not make out the lyrics of the original song, the lilt of the instruments - the guitar and piano - filled me with the most spectacular sensation of peace. Peace after weeks of the most unbearable guilt; I felt as though I could genuinely breathe again.
By Rae Janneyabout a year ago in Motivation
