I know I’m not alone when I say I don’t like the holidays. Everyone has their reasons. Family gatherings always reminded me of or created more bad memories.
It took me years to get my depression to a manageable level of comfort. I feel as if there is no end to this feeling of constant anxiety. It consumes every waking moment. I wish for moments of peace, where I can just be who I want to be inside and out. I am struggling, and it feels so lonely in this fight.
Don’t get me wrong, I tend to revel in being an introverted loner, but at the same time, I often wonder late at night if things could be better on the road to recovery if I had someone by my side.
As human beings, regardless of our backgrounds, we’ve become conditioned to evaluate our success in life based on the monetary value of our material possessions. The impact of this trending … Continue reading The Long Road to Betterment
To those of us who’ve spent the majority of our lives struggling with anxiety and depression, one of the biggest obstacles to overcome is isolation. For me personally, this wasn’t … Continue reading Friendship, Reignited
Despite having lived with people for most of my life, I’m no stranger to loneliness. In fact, those of you who suffer from depression as I do can probably attest … Continue reading The Things We Do When We’re Lonely
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