I have put-off this post for weeks. I have written it over and over, never feeling it was good enough, and feeling as though if I wrote it, I would have to truly say goodbye.
Continue readingTo My Therapist (Who Left Earth, and Me)

I have put-off this post for weeks. I have written it over and over, never feeling it was good enough, and feeling as though if I wrote it, I would have to truly say goodbye.
Continue readingIn the darkest of times, I sit half-dressed on the cold tile of the bathroom floor with hair dangling down, knees pulled to chest, and tears streaming down my face. I rock back and forth to feel my bare back against the wall I have painted Swimming Blue myself, and I whisper over and over again: I am not my mental health.
Continue readingYou might think the winter brings about sugar cookies and snowflakes, but for those of us suffering from anxiety and depression, the cold winter months bring about a lot more than just chillier weather and cute winter jackets. Continue reading
My depression is not pretty. It is not cute, catchy, or attractive. It does not cause heads to turn, hands to clap, or lips to smile. Continue reading
There are many ins and outs to me trying to navigate a new friendship, and as an outgoing and talkative person, it probably surprises you that I even struggle with social anxiety. However, such a large part of my own anxiety struggles are social.
Finding a good person to talk to can be difficult, but sometimes the hardest part of being a member of an emotional vomiting session is being the one to listen. What do you do? Do you give advice, just listen and nod, relate with a story about yourself?
I am not food that is sitting out in a warmer, waiting to fit into your schedule, on your clock, in your calendar, and at your convenience.
The bottom line is that you cannot wait or count on someone that’s depressed to ask you for anything. There is too much embarrassment and fear of burdening you. So if you want to help, you’re going to have to make an effort.
I spend a lot of time thinking about what makes a friend, a close friend, or a best friend. While I think this thought process mostly stems from my naturally curious and fascinated mind when it comes to all things Psychology, I would be ignoring a large chunk of evidence if I did not acknowledge that some of it probably comes from my own childhood self-esteem issues. Continue reading
If asked to describe me, my friends would probably tell you that I am the funny one or the loud one. They might even tell you I always have something to say or am the most sarcastic person they know. While these things are true and I am not in the least bit offended by them, I know that they come with a price, with stipulations, and with fine print.