Positively, Authentic Me

There is something that has been bugging me for a good part of this year so far. Actually scratch that. It’s been the better part of my whole life, but I say this year because of me now being more self aware than ever before. This is my association with the word “positive”. If you […]

My Autobiographical Mix

Yesterday I had yet another very productive and insightful session with my therapist. It started out with me once again venting about how I am constantly stressing over being 30 instead of 20 and how depression has stole over a decade of my life. It then turned into her reassuring me that it was very […]

One Year Later…

I started my blog over a year ago now. Then: Two days after I published my very first post, I was dragged over to the Emergency Room for a panic attack I was having in the middle of the night. My idea back then was that everything I was struggling with, that I was the […]

The News Triggers Me

Two big breakthroughs happened in the past week. The first being that I had my mandatory phone interview with the Social Security office to confirm my approval for SSI disability benefits. Considering how all of the questions in the forms I had to fill out related strictly to physical disabilities and illness, I was determined […]

Mental Illness Makes Me…

Depression makes me hate myself Depression makes me feel I don’t deserve love Depression makes me not accept compliments Depression makes me unable to recognize my strengths Depression makes me put others before myself Depression makes me lie to myself when I scream that I love myself. In even my own blog and videos.   […]

Haven’t Done A Tweet Compilation In A Long Time So…

“Just saw a year-old episode of South Park earlier. It triggered me. It’s one addressing the national school shooting tragedies. What triggered me was how everyone was treating the one panicking mother as “overreacting” and “negative” like she’s supposed to see this as “normal” Every1 in said South Park episode dismissing the scared mother reminded […]

My Traumatic Adolescence (Pt 2)

…My parents told me some familiar news toward the end of my amazing fourth grade year. That the landlord of the house was not selling the house, but kicking us out. Why? Because she doesn’t like kids. That was at least what I remember being told by my parents later. I wasn’t really devastated as […]