To the unknown friends who put forth effort to share with a girl who wouldn’t let them see her: Thank you. It isn’t your fault that I didn’t want to see you. I appreciate the gesture, even if I couldn’t handle it.
We are in the age of superhero movies and TV shows. Marvel and D.C. are fighting for our attention and we don’t have to be convinced to watch them. Whether or not we know the backstories of each hero doesn’t matter so much as it matters that we crave this genre, particularly at this time in history.
There are days when it seems like everything is irritating and nothing is changing like it should. It feels like standing still while everything and everyone around you is moving so quickly that you can’t even see anything except for blurs.
If I ever learn anything while being at home, it’s that I love my parents even more every time I see them. Hugs from your parents (when your parents are as loving as mine) have some sort of healing powers. I’ve still had anxiety while here, but my depression has been gone.
This is the story of how someone I used to call Grandma became a very real monster in my own home. How she tried to drive wedges between my family members, pulled my uncles away from their sister, and actually succeeded in tearing down a part of me that I’ve only just now regained.
Hey, friends! I’ve been thinking about my anxiety and depression a lot lately, especially since I had a pretty great run without too many issues until this week. Panic attacks, mixed with low motivation, can really screw with your system. I haven’t been able to […]