For those of you who don't know this, I used to work in a church. I made meals, I cleaned mats for shelter, I took out garbage, I organized volunteers, and I even cleaned toilettes in my early days until I met the fascinating invention called The Student Nurse. Before I had my mental break … Continue reading Instead of Obliterating My Depression, Why Don’t I Obliterate Your Dumbass Attachment To Creating Stigma Where Stigma Doesn’t Need To Exist
It Gets Harder…Before It Gets Better
I've been sitting here for days trying to figure out what the fuck is wrong with me, because y'all know if you've been reading for awhile, there are usually two-three new posts on the site almost every day, if not daily at least weekly. These last couple of weeks I haven't felt like writing. I … Continue reading It Gets Harder…Before It Gets Better
What Do You Do In The Middle Of The Night…When The Memories Are Too Much?
I woke up at three thirty in the morning, and while I tried genuinely to go back to sleep, I also realized that tonight was just not going to be a night when I got a good nights sleep. Probably because earlier yesterday I did an interview about my life, and I had to share … Continue reading What Do You Do In The Middle Of The Night…When The Memories Are Too Much?
Depression Can Kiss My Fat Black Ass
I am depressed. I have been feeling it for the last few months, but I figured as long as I was pumping out blog posts, then I was doing okay. I wasn't really depressed, if I was still getting the work done, right? That's what everyone says, and I know this because I've talked to … Continue reading Depression Can Kiss My Fat Black Ass