Writer, Artist, and Recovering 80s Hair Spray Addict
I’m holding on, waiting patiently for the monsters inside my head to either shut up or go away. I’ve been religiously taking my new meds for 6 days now – a mistake? Maybe. The crying has stopped but my head is swimming. It’s funny because I do not know how to swim, only in theory – in my head. Perhaps there’s something to it because they say if you can do it in your mind the body follows. I’m tired of treading the waters of life – one big wave crashing against me…
Read MoreBeing powerful and strong means having the courage to admit when things are out of control and you need help with your depression.
Read MoreLately I’ve had this urge to stop and see my Mom-ster. I’m really not sure why. I know it’s best to not have any contact with her because she’s so toxic. Maybe I’m a glutton for punishment and I want to continue spiraling down into an even deeper depression than I’ve been in the midst of lately. Perhaps I’m hoping for a miracle that I’ll finally have a relationship with Mom-ster that parallels those of my friends who have great relationships with their mothers’. Either way, I’m living in a…
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