I want to open with a shoutout to my good pals that started a fundraising website for the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention. They're currently selling shirts and offering other ways to donate! I'll link them here, please check them out 🙂 This topic is tricky. I hope it sounds intriguing, because being hospitalized for … Continue reading what I learned from my time in the psych ward
Set a routine and hold yourself to it. This is something I am so terrible at that I have never done it for more than a few months at a time, but when I do I feel such a big difference in my stability. Staying sane is the hardest fight in the world, and it … Continue reading ways to keep yourself out of the psych ward during all this pandemic craziness
I actually wrote this in October to post on Facebook, so, if another human is actually caring or curious enough to open this blog, you may have already read this one. It includes excerpts from some of my more hard-hitting ramblings about mental health that can be found in other entries further down this rabbit … Continue reading being okay with falling behind
It was World Mental Health Day last week, and I spent it as, I would guess, most did. I scrolled through social media, came across some posts about ending mental health stigma, thought for the appropriate number of seconds about how much I agreed with that mission, and then, as a gesture of how woke … Continue reading ending the stigma. or whatever.
I wonder when everyone who loves me will ultimately realize that nothing is going to come of it. The people who believe in me, who think I’m somewhere above average, the ones who say I’m smart and that my future is bright. I wonder when they’ll realize. I know that when they do they won’t … Continue reading another 5:50 AM-er (on depression and worthlessness)
It makes me laugh that I originally titled this thatloudgirl. Maybe I was, when I had ideas and jokes and stories to draw people in, to make them interested in getting to know a mediocre-looking hick who got her laughs lazily. I don't feel very loud at all now. In fact, I don't feel anything … Continue reading empty: depression from its tighest grips *trigger warning: talk of suicide, self harm*
I honestly don't know what I intend for this entry to be. There's always a scene early on in space movies -- after a super thrilling five minutes of attempted puzzle solving or cascading catastrophes or maybe just a few seconds of some unforeseen complication that leaves someone flung out into space, alone and drifting … Continue reading something I wrote immediately pre-psychosis
It's 3:03 a.m. and I have to be awake in four hours. As you can see, my life is in shambles. I'm not sure what I'm going to do with this. I couldn't sleep, so I was on Facebook (naturally) and came across a blog of a senior in my sorority that she'd started when … Continue reading the first (and maybe the only)