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People like me often leave ourselves wide open for hurt. I’ve heard the terms — sucker for punishment, glutton for abuse, why does he keep going back? But when I say “people...

What losing everything taught me about work, writing, and listening to myself

Less than a year ago, I sat in this very chair, staring blankly at my computer screen, my mind...

A little less than a year ago, I lost my job because of mental illness.

Like many desperate people, I turned to social media.

Social platforms thrive on desperation the way wolves...

A while back, something strange began happening outside our home. Children kept gathering in front of our gate — riding their bikes in circles, whispering to one another,...

how the experience reshaped me — and the quiet adjustments that saved my life

Before we talk about what I’ve learned, we must first acknowledge the world I was released from. I...

and the quiet truth I uncovered on the night everything made sense

During my time in hospital — and in the weeks after I was released — not a single person, not even the ones...

By Iwan Ross

I turned fifty-five inside a mental health clinic.

My wife, ever the comedian in the darkness, called it “pyp en pyptig” — a playful Afrikaans twist that made both...

A breakdown, a blackout… and the strangest homecoming I never asked for.

I don’t remember deciding to stop functioning.

My wife tells me I sat up in bed—eyes open, breathing...

During the three weeks I took off for my mental health, my psychiatrist told me she had no problem with me writing.
And so… I wrote.

It wasn’t work.
It wasn’t pressure.
It was ...

Today was my first day back at work after a three-week break to recover from a mental health breakdown — or an “episode,” or a “condition,” or whatever polite name we give the...

Tomorrow I return to work after three weeks of stepping back for my mental health.

Three weeks of trying to stitch myself together again — slowly, gently, honestly.

And yet here...

Some stories we choose to write.

Others choose us.

Long before I drafted my first book, long before Elm Brook Manor or The Sandman’s Mark, there was a story unfolding quietly...

Some moments stay with you forever — the kind you don’t plan, don’t expect, and couldn’t script even if you tried.

While I was in the hospital recently, sleep was a stranger. One...

Every now and then, a reader responds to a story in a way that reminds you why you write in the first place. Today, I opened Goodreads to find a five-star review for The Sandman...

Hello dear readers,

I hope this post finds you well and comfortable with a good book (or a warm drink) in hand. I wanted to share a quick update from behind my writing desk — and...

As the holiday season begins to sparkle around us, I wanted to send a warm hello to everyone who’s been following my writing journey. Whether you celebrate with lights, family,...

I wanted to share a quick hello and thank you to everyone who’s visited my new website so far. It means more than you know.

Between writing, planning, and the occasional cup of...

Good news! I’m deep into writing the next installment in the McTavish family saga.

If you enjoyed the eerie halls and hidden tensions of Elm Brook Manor, this new story dives...