Broken

The funny thing I’ve found as I gradually start to recover from my depression is that as my condition improves, what I used to feel makes less and less sense. I realize how irrational some of the thoughts that once completely controlled my life were. Instead of being depressed wondering […]

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Into The Woods

I’m going to be real for a minute: this week has been BAD. My depression has been raging which means mornings are agonizing, showers are a long and frequent escape, and sleep is hard to come by. On top of it all, my anxiety is at a barely functioning level […]

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For When You Feel Alone

It’s late at night and the tears are flowing. You replay your day and everything you did wrong. Your thoughts move backwards to yesterday, last week, last month, last year… Until you can’t think of anything. You’re just numb. ALONE. Or maybe you’re in a classroom or office, surrounded by […]

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Real Talk: Ask Me About My Suicidal Tendencies

“Dear Loved Ones,                 I feel too much.                 I look around me and see a broken world and feel as if I’m being stabbed in the heart by every shard humanity has left behind.                 My mind is a darkness that I cannot begin to describe. My demons have […]

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Maria’s Story

Anxiety has been with me the majority of my life, I knew that much. It was always present. I’d check my grades online every day at least 5 times, sometimes more, just to be absolutely positive that my immaculate GPA remained intact. At night I’d lay and replay conversations in […]

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The Power of Stories

I’ve always had an affinity for stories. I love to listen to people talk about things that matter- things that they’re passionate about, and what are people more passionate about than themselves, their own experience? I’m not chastising people for that. I think it’s natural, and I love it. Maybe […]

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Tomorrow

My dear friend, I know your days and nights are dark alike. I know the sun is just a memory for you. Me too. I know life is hard. I know you can’t get out of bed. I know you can’t dress yourself. I know you can hardly feed yourself. […]

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I will go on: Madelyn’s Story

My story is an unremarkable one. I neither had a troubled childhood, nor a particularly disturbed adolescence. No, my story is one that is, perhaps, painfully, enviously if you will, normal and successful. I am the youngest child in what you might call an “all American family.” I have two […]

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