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Jai Burgette

Jai Mangier is a freelance writer.

About Me

Hi! I am a freelance writer. I write articles, blog posts and short stories. I am looking to get into social media marketing. 

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The "happiest" ending.

“I’m sorry but I think we’ve done everything we can, maybe you should try adoption,” the doctor said. Those words turned our world upside down. My wife fell in my lap and cried. I ran my hands through her curly black hair as tears ran down my face. I noticed the mixture of our tears staining my khaki pants but I didn't care. I knew my wife would be changed forever. The first week after was treacherous. We spent most of our days in bed holding each other, only getting up to go to the bathroom. W

The Truth About Having a Parent with Mental Illness

The words “you remind me of your father” felt like a lit cigarette touching my skin. It’s true, I look like him, have the same smile as him, I even laugh like him. From the stories I’ve heard, when he was younger, he was intelligent and kind. I’ve been perceived and described as kind, sweet and caring my whole life, but I’m scared that could change. As a kid, I knew something was different about him, but I didn’t know what. He always seemed not there mentally, as if he had everything else on h

Youth Anxiety Becoming Permanent Impact of School Shootings

Most people spend about 12 years in school from the time they’re in kindergarten to their senior year of high school. Many say that the time period is full of the greatest times of your life. You have no worries. No rent, no bills, no job, just fun. But what happens when you have to worry about your safety every time you step foot into school? What happens when you have to learn lockdown drills in case an intruder comes into your classroom? It creates an uneasy feeling that can manifest into an
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Death will set us free

As I stood over your lifeless body I felt a sense of joy and let out a sigh of relief. I knew today was the end. Many moments replayed in my mind while you laid there lifeless and cold. I could see your smile and the prickly, salt and pepper colored beard I grew to love as a baby. At that moment, my favorite memory with you resurfaced. It was the best summer I’ve ever had. Little did I know it was my last summer being…
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This Is Goodbye To The Old Me

While she’s better for me and I love her, I still love you. I still think of you constantly. You treated me horribly, for the most part. I hated the way you touched me with such disgust, how you tried to hide. So soft-spoken and timid, you wanted everyone to hear you but how could they? How could they listen when you didn’t even listen to yourself? You held onto everyone else’s words with such force. Sometimes it seemed impossible to get you to let go. You listened to what everyone said abou
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How Music Can Heal The Parts Of You That You Didn’t Even Know Were Broken

Most of us have had those moments when life feels like an ocean rushing at you full force, ready to drown you. Then comes the feeling of being overwhelmed and trying to say afloat. When this happens to me, I put my headphones in and the water stops. What was once life rushing at me filled with sadness, anger, and confusion turns into sweet serenity and peace. Since I could talk, music has been something to help me express myself when I felt like I couldn’t. My earliest memories include me in th