I’m Not Ashamed Of My Mental Illness, Not Anymore
When I was 18, I moved out of my mother’s house and into my own apartment. It wasn’t much: a
Read moreWhen I was 18, I moved out of my mother’s house and into my own apartment. It wasn’t much: a
Read moreDear Kim, I don’t know why I’ve never written to you before. Maybe it is because what’s done is done.
Read moreAt 2:30 this morning I woke up angry. In fact, I was well beyond angry: I was livid. I was
Read moreDepression has not always made me the best friend, the best sister, the best daughter, or the best wife. In
Read moreWhen I first received the diagnosis of depression, I was relieved. I felt a wave wash over me. I’m not crazy, I
Read moreEvery so often, when speaking about my depression, a well-intentioned friend or family member reminds me that “it’s okay; everyone
Read moreIt has been two months since I started this blog, and I am truly humbled by the response it has received.
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