I Am Still Getting Better
With everything that is happening in the world right now, I feel my depression starting to resurface—it’s waking up with a vengeance as I physically isolate.
Topic: healing
With everything that is happening in the world right now, I feel my depression starting to resurface—it’s waking up with a vengeance as I physically isolate.
Right now, as the circumstances of life feel uncertain, as the metaphorical darkness seems to be growing, I find myself clinging to the firm reality of the sunrise.
Suppressing pain is an easy way to manage the agony in the moment, but the pain doesn't truly go away until it’s addressed.
These are the lies depression tells us: You don't matter. You're not good enough. You are hopeless. You are a burden.
We can’t control how or when grief comes, but we can control how we choose to respond.
Love can come from so many places.
It’s discouraging, being almost better but not quite there.
We are literally seeing people connect to the help that exists.
I’m afraid that this pain won’t ever go away.
On a holiday centered around food, it’s near impossible for me, a person with an eating disorder, to maintain a healthy mindset.
My brother was extraordinary. When he died, so suddenly and without warning, I felt that nothing would be extraordinary again. Except for my pain.
All signs point to joy. All calculations add up to delight. So why the hell do I feel so afraid and sad?
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