My therapist and I once debated what would be the one thing that could change the human race. Ok, not really but the seriousness of the conversation felt like that. … Continue reading Viagra for Mental Illness
Last week I wrote about how SMD mad I was about being classified as something. Ticked off by someone else who would doom me to no WOman’s mental illness land … Continue reading Developing a Diagnosis Dictionary
Please forgive me for the things I said And for the things I didn’t Forgive me for the outbursts For the door slams For the silent treatment Forgive me for … Continue reading Please Forgive Me.
Seeing a friendship that was once vibrant with life and laughter die in front of your eyes can be a sad sight. As it takes its final breath, I have … Continue reading When I Was Not Enough: Death of A Friendship
I feel like a hypocrite writing this post. Few weeks back, I wrote about how I do not want to be treated “special” because I suffer from a “rare” mental … Continue reading I feel protective over my “enemies”
“I be high, then I be low.”-Kid Kudi But seriously, this is how my life used to be. Before I sought out help to maintain my moods and take control … Continue reading Whelmed.
What is going on? This is how it began. My diagnosis. It began with anger that I seemingly couldn’t control. It came out of nowhere and had no reasoning. I … Continue reading Throwing Anger Around Like Confetti.
A month ago I wrote about how I wasn’t feeling depressed, that I was able to feel happy and be productive (check it out here). It was really great while … Continue reading Falling Back Into Depression
You know when you are home alone, and every little noise will freak you out? This was not that. I have had this happen. When I was younger, I couldn’t … Continue reading Bumps in the Night.
Please don’t judge me for the title of my post, hear me out before you think of me as someone who is “fake” or “self-absorbed.” In my life, I have … Continue reading Makeup Saved My Life
It hurts when people erase us – our struggles, our scars, our victories, our invisible battles, a part of our lives that shapes us and our paths in ways others … Continue reading I’m not “too sensitive.” I’m mentally ill.
While there has been a big push to be more open about mental health, suicide, self-harm – so that people can actively seek help, I feel like I’ve already gone … Continue reading I’m too comfortable talking about suicide