All this time I was convinced that I didn’t like condiments... my past history of disordered eating was the cause.
Having struggled with suicidal ideations and attempts, and having dealt with years of self-harm, I know it’s important to talk about. But I also know I have to take care of myself... so I struggle.
Having experienced hypomania before, I knew the warning signs and summoned the courage to nip it in the bud. (click title to read on...)
I worry about hypomania and take charge of my health by reaching out for help. (click title to read on...)
New things can be scary. (click title to read more...)
Since I was a child, I’ve been called “too sensitive.” Recently I’ve learned that it’s not that abnormal, and I'm realizing that I'm okay. (click title to read on...)
I have cared a lot about what other people think since my age was in the single digits. To care about what I think, I’ve dug deep and realize that my body is amazing, regardless of its appearance. (click title to read on...)
Today I am inviting those friends who I feel may be interested in this blog to like this page and read it. By doing this, I am attempting to share my life and break the stigma of mental illness that holds so many captive in fear. You are not alone. (click title to read on...)
Today we took our dog to her annual vet appointment. I was blown away by how brave she acted and the overwhelming depth of love I feel for her. (click title to read on...)
Sometimes I do things because I have to, and not because I want to. Though not uncommon, my mental wellness improves when I appreciate any thing, big or small, that I can manage to be grateful for. (click title to read more...)