Okay, so maybe some amount of self-pity is inevitable. I’ve tried resisting it. In the initial days of experiencing this chronic disorder, I was overwhelmed by fear and anxiety of not knowing what was going on with my body; of losing control and truly wondering if I was dying. The effort it took to get… Continue reading Self-pity
Withdrawal is a f**king ****. But first, some context. After chacha passed away in February, I have spent the past 8 months on anti-depressants. I have written about this earlier, right after I had my first breakdown. I was in an extremely dark place then, not really seeing the point of making any effort to… Continue reading Where I Live
A good friend recently shared a personal story about mental health, and spoke about how important it is to have conversations on it. I have been meaning to write this, but to articulate something this personal, and be brutally honest about it, is not something I have done before. So, be kind. I have been… Continue reading CONFESSIONS OF A RESTLESS MIND
THE GLASS ELEVATOR 