Mental health isn’t a popularity contest. But if it was one, depression would be losing.
How can I sit here and encourage other women to talk about their mental health when I can’t even be honest about mine?
There’s nothing I can let go of that ends my renewed experiences of stigma and shame surrounding mental illness.
“Toothpaste, coffee filters, a vibrator…” Grocery lists are about to look really different.
Despite our strides toward gender equality, it seems menstruation is still shameful, and must, at all costs, be hidden.
I’m not particularly interested in looking for a romantic relationship.
Every day was a struggle to get up and go to class. I found no meaning in anything I did.
How could I be naked with my sickness in public and, simultaneously, unseen?
I wasn’t raised to hide mental illness, even during times of crisis.
Empowering doesn’t even begin to describe it.
I shouldn’t have to hide the fact I get a period. 
Soon you’ll be able to get it on whenever you want.