I’ll find my eyes scanning the lines— pages and pages will go by and slowly it’ll occur to me that I haven’t registered a single word of any of it. I’ll furrow my brows and stare fiercely at a paragraph but it’s like I’m drugged up or something and my mind just floats… off.. I
Month: August 2019
I was asked recently, ‘Do you value your own life?’ It’s a strange question, one I don’t think people often ask themselves. Even those of us with depression and anxiety I reckon still feel the knee jerk reaction to respond automatically with, ‘What?! Of course! What a thing to ask!’ And I felt that too-
I was reading about some Influencer this morning—I won’t name her, don’t feel that that’s appropriate—but she’s fairly widely known in the whole Instagram sphere— an ambitious aspiring writer/flower-crown girl who posts these long-winded, stream-of-consciousness like meanderings beneath each of her posts. I couldn’t help but get pulled into it a little bit because the
Recently one night I was being a potato person–wrapped up in blankets and sprawled out on the recliner, some trash reality show on the tv. I was in a daze… mindlessly dicking around on my phone. At some point I found myself in my photo gallery. On a whim I went to my albums, and
How can we make someone take our mental health seriously? Is there ever a way? Shit. I don’t know. I don’t know and I’m done trying.