Topic: depression
I wrote “When the Fat Girl Gets Skinny” because I was frustrated. I was frustrated because I was starving myself and all anybody could say to me was how amazing I looked now. How inspiring my rapid weight loss was to them.
I know that life isn’t black and white like that. And if depression is the black and utter joy is the white, then maybe it’s in the in-between where the colors are, where I can find sorrow and joy often coexisting right in the same moment.
Allow this to be my letter to you, an open invitation for you to use that voice to ask for the help you need and deserve. This is my shout into the void telling you that you are enough. Not too little, not too much. You are so fantastically, spectacularly enough.
This letter is a reminder to the girl who wrote my suicide note. It is a reminder to myself: I am worth it, even when I don’t believe it. I am worth it.
I assumed that happiness and acceptance of myself and my body could only be achieved if I “fixed” myself to the standards I was seeing.
I’m writing about this because the stigma surrounding mental illness, especially in Christian communities, keeps people locked in prisons of shame, refusing to admit that they need help.
Considering therapy for the first time can be a daunting prospect—filled with emotions ranging from fear and anxiety to anticipation and eagerness.
Trying to love yourself in a world that tells you you aren’t worth loving as you are is a constant battle.
The Electric Forest team will be giving away 2 tickets to the second weekend of Electric Forest for people who join in the conversation.
We received thanks from people who said that at some point we had said something, or listened to something, or hugged someone at just the right time. Their smiles are nostalgic and expectant—filled with faith that now we can do what we do in new places.
There are lots of emotions being experienced on Mother’s Day. Some have mothers; others have memories. For some it’s sad or complicated; for others it’s purely celebratory.
Over time, depression became more than an illness. In fact, it often felt like depression was my closest friend.
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