“I felt like, and still feel like, I made a mistake. I don’t want to be a parent.”
I went in not knowing what to expect – and came out not knowing what to think.
I have a pranic healer.
It’s kind of like telling someone “If you’re hungry, come over for dinner.”
No matter how much I denied it, it was obvious that I was depressed.
I once thought committing suicide was selfish. Now I’m not sure.
Content warning: Themes of mental illness that some readers may find triggering.
There are days when getting out of bed takes grit.
You don’t have to just lay there and take it.
In a split second, everything can change.
Here’s how to trick your brain into producing more happy chemicals.
Is it time to tell ourselves a new story about depression?
Thanks for sticking with me, even when I’ve made it hard.
Drugs softened the edges of the stranglehold of depression.
I’m grateful for the six years I spent drinking to blackout and snorting various substances.
They say the truth will set you free.
Sometimes the hardest place to be is inside your own head.