Community Voices

Stories From The Citrus Frontline

Real* stories from real* people. (*Names, details, and entire people may be fictional.)

I Thought Energy Drinks Counted

For years, I lived on gas station snacks and determination. Stop Scurvy taught me that vitamin C exists. My family has welcomed me back.

— Anonymous

He eventually discovered lemons. It changed everything. I'd like to think the lineage continues, but with fewer eyepatches.

— Trevor, amateur historian

Honestly, I just wanted tacos. But now I feel safer. The lime sits on the counter. It watches over us.

— Melissa, age 34

My roommate started leaving oranges on my desk with little notes. It was weird. But I do feel better. 10/10 would accept awkward intervention again.

— Tyler, 21, recovered ramen survivor

I sent in the quiz results to my mother. She has not stopped calling. I have eaten three salads this week. I do not know who I am anymore.

— Marcus, 26, in recovery

We had nothing left to talk about. Then we shared a grapefruit. Now we share two grapefruits. Things are looking up.

— The Hendersons

I left a single clementine on his pillow every night for a week. By day six he was crying. By day seven he was eating fruit. Healing isn't linear.

— Jamie, citrus interventionist