Depression, Anxiety, and Asexuality
No matter what I did, there was a lingering feeling that something about who I was, wasn’t OK.
The Reality of Addiction and How You Can Help
Getting sober is incredibly hard. Staying sober feels impossible most days. Trying to get sober again after a relapse is like trying to punch a volcano into submission.
The Ugly Side of Self-Care
It took me a long time to embrace the ugly side of self-care. I’m a perfectionist at heart, so whenever I’m not at my best, I consider it a failure.
Demi Lovato Is Only Human: Recovery, Relapse, and Response
Demi Lovato is only human. It feels important to start with that. It’s a simple fact, indisputable, but it’s one that can be easily overlooked.
Recognizing My Truth
The truth is that I ignored warning signs that my eating disorder was back. The truth is that my grades were suffering and I was isolating myself. The truth is that I didn’t have an answer when my therapist asked me to name something I thought I was good at outside of my eating disorder. The truth is that I’m struggling.
Breaking Barriers at Electric Forest
These walls can, should, and will come down. We will build tomorrow together.
What I Learned While Managing My Mental Health Abroad
It wasn’t my job to educate the locals about mental health or de-stigmatize an entire country. And if it ever got to be too much, I could always go home. Simple enough. Easy.
Tips That Helped Me in Eating Disorder Recovery
Not long ago, a question bubbled to the surface of my brain: if my body could speak, would she forgive me?
I’m Getting Bad Again
Then I find myself crying at my desk while working on Excel spreadsheets and email templates. I excuse myself to the restroom. Because nobody wants to see that, right?
Dear Friend
All you need to do today is make it through today. And if you are capable, go one step further, and simply recognize that the voice inside your head, is just that.
It’s OK to Take a Step Back
Lions Aren’t The Only Courageous Ones
My courage began with learning English at the age of 7. I was never very good at it. I remember sitting in front of a stranger whose first and only language was English. I felt intimidated.
