The first time I was in therapy, it took me almost six months to be able to talk to about the deep, personal, and raw trauma that I...
“So, what now?” my therapist asks expectedly. “I don’t know; I wasn’t planning on still being alive right now,” I respond, fidgeting in my seat. I left my therapist’s office a little over two weeks prior to this session with a plan. I had just turned 25 and I felt completely defeated, like my mental […]
In my room, if you’re sad, we sit on you. My roommates are my family. We’ve seen each other through some tough stuff. The solution in our room is to get all of the pillows and blankets and stuffed animals and put them on top of the unhappy individual. If that doesn’t seem like enough, […]
Ever since I was little, creativity has been in my nature. When I was young, I would bring the entirety of my dresser out into the living room for costume changes during whichever musical I decided I wanted to perform that day. There was dancing and singing along to Bye Bye Birdie whether I had […]
When I was six years old and my brother was four years old my mother told me how my uncle died. I was told he had a disease in his brain that made him act and feel differently. She told me he would be happy one day and sad the next, that he behaved in […]