I Hope You Stay
Each of us would say this to you person-to-person if we could.
Dissociation: Who Is That in the Mirror?
I have come to recognize this feeling as dissociation—a mental disconnection from reality.
Accepting Help Isn’t Weak
My doctor told me she was going to write me a prescription for Zoloft, but it was up to me whether I picked it up or not.
On the Good Days
When you’re in a cycle of depression, it is so hard to do the things you love because, at the moment, they aren’t of any interest to you.
Dancing in the Rain
There can be grief and laughter, loss and love, darkness and joy—all swirling together like wind and rain.
What Survival Looks Like When No One’s Watching
This is not about one bad day.
The Quiet Relief of Joy
Woven into this constant connection is a quiet undercurrent of comparison. It becomes almost effortless to internalize the message that we’re behind.
See My Color, See Me: A Letter to My Friends
My color is a part of who I am...
To the Quietly Courageous
It lives in the in-between moments, the ones where you’re not quite falling apart, but not yet feeling okay.
You Don’t Have to Prove Your Worth
Mental health isn’t separate from culture—it’s shaped by it.
Suicide Loss: The First Year After
We need not struggle, grieve, or heal alone.
The Love That Still Lives Here
My queerness has never been up for debate, and my peace is no longer on hold, waiting for permission.
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