The Season of Sadness
I don’t remember when my brain got sad. It wasn’t like I woke up one morning and noticed that a melancholy had set in, deep into my...
Being Smart Doesn't Mean Not Doing Dumb Things
I understand that the holidays are stressful for everyone. But something about the combo of groups of people, festive pressure, travel,...
In the Beginning There was a Child with Pointed-In Toes
When I was a little girl I would always stand with my toes pointed in. This was a constant source of frustration to my mother, myself,...
Bullets Not Breaths
I want to take a moment today to remind people that mental illnesses are just as real and life-altering as physical ailments. I wrote...
Fully Awake
Because I would escape into my mind, my mind became a cage. Maladaptive daydreaming is something I wish would be discussed in the mental...
The Journey Isn't Futile
The drugs that save us and the drugs that hurt us are sometimes one and the same. Getting better from a mental illness isn’t a...
Depression. A Poem.
It’s the full battery on a phone that never rings, it’s the useless feeling that the summer sun brings when you have everything to do...
#mentalhealthmatters
I don't remember ever talking about mental health in school. The closest thing to a mental illness that we discussed were eating...
