Siobhan O’Neill
Bio
Just writing and seeing where it goes!
Stories (2/0)
A Quiet Place to Rest
The diagnosis of depression came thirteen years ago, in my early teens. Barely into puberty and already clinging to what little mental reserves I had left, I turned to a myriad of hobbies in order to distract myself. At first we fumbled together in these unknown waters, my mother and I, as we tried to grapple with this gaping cavern beneath our feet. What was I going to face for the rest of my life? How was I going to deal with it and come out the other side in one piece?
By Siobhan O’Neill 3 years ago in Psyche
Conversing with Ghosts
The lucky ones perished in the beginning, and the rest scattered. Some went to government facilities to escape the initial onslaught, while others fled underground, only coming out after everything settled to form small tribal communities.
By Siobhan O’Neill 3 years ago in Fiction