Around It Goes
It’s real and it’s raw, and I feel like we all experience those moments, whether they look the same as mine or not. The part where your struggle or your pain becomes visible to others, and you feel embarrassed.
It’s real and it’s raw, and I feel like we all experience those moments, whether they look the same as mine or not. The part where your struggle or your pain becomes visible to others, and you feel embarrassed.
I opened my mouth to say, “Oh, I’m great, busy week at work, you know, the usual. How are you?” Only instead of saying any of that I promptly burst into tears.
By: Jess Griggs It took me two and a half hours to get out of bed today. I woke up in a cold sweat at 4:59 am and continued to lie under my blankets with my pillow over my face until the alarm went off at 6:30 am, at which …
By: Jess Griggs I hate going to the grocery store. Maneuvering a cart around other humans who also have carts, and carts that sometimes have other, smaller humans inside is enough to make me run to the nearest bathroom and lock the door. A few weeks ago, I found myself …
By: Jess Griggs When you’re thirteen, all lunchrooms are the same; whether you’re in a middle school or a loony bin. I stood there with my peanut butter sandwich and carrot sticks and surveyed my seating options. A window seat would be nice but a twitchy girl who said mean …
By: Eliska Cramer Read more of her essays on her website. At some point, it becomes like those old country songs – the ones that were about life, and not a twangy pop song about love crooned by a muscular boy with a white v-neck tshirt and brand new boots …
By: Jess Griggs If you don’t get anything else out of visiting this site, please know this: You’re not alone. Wherever you’re at on the sliding scale of “Totally dealing with my depression in a surprisingly healthy way,” to, “Haven’t showered in three days and today isn’t looking too good …