Letters to burn

A few days ago, I woke up in a funk that I haven’t felt in months. I felt dread from the moment I opened my eyes. I was surrounded by doom. I started to visualize the dark shadows of depression and anxiety swirling around in my room. I peeked out my window in hopes of…

A grateful heart.

I remember the day he walked out of my house and slammed the door. I sat on my kitchen floor, sobbing hysterically and begging, screaming for him to come back. He was the one who broke the trust. He was the one who never respected my boundaries or put to rest my insecurities. And yet,…

Getting right. At least for today.

I took the day off today and I feel guilty about that. I shouldn’t. But I do. I woke up this morning and just couldn’t get out of bed. My body is so tired. Working two jobs is kicking my butt. I love both of my jobs and I’m finally getting to a place where…

Shame Shame…

I have been pill-shamed in one way or another for as long as I have been on medication. Countless times I have felt so embarrassed about the fact that I have to take a pill every day just to feel “normal”. The comments I have heard range from sympathetic to judgmental, but they all make…