Mess
Contrary to popular belief, depression isn’t just listening to sad music and crying into a tub of ice cream; it’s also characterized by long stretches of gnawing emptiness that result in profound apathy. Who knew.
Just A Little Longer
My appointment was at 1:45. I waited until 1:15 to look up where the office was. According to Google, I should have left five minutes ago if I wanted to make it on time. So, I was off to a good start.
“Good Days”
It took 100% of my energy to have a good day. No wonder everything shy of a good day feels like getting hit by a bus.
Buckle Up, Buttercup
It’s uncomfortable to ask, but when we do, after we do, even if it’s not until further down the road, we are met with peace. That we’re not the only one carrying the load, if nothing else.
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.
Crying in Public and Pretending You’re Fine: A Memoir
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.
Roots
I must either face this ugly beast or let it consume me; fight back or surrender. Consider this a declaration of war.
A Hitchhikers Guide to Anxiety
By: Natalie Katherina. I am waiting for the trickle up the spine–for the water from the eyes–for the bend of the trees, the curl of the leaves, for the clouds to collapse and the sky to explode into chaos.
The Diagnosis
I went away to college and left the depression at home. This summer, however, the other shoe dropped. Depression hit like a wave and I was caught in the undertow.
A Day In The Life
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 …