depression

Dealing with PTSD

This blog post isn’t for everyone and it isn’t for attention. The sole purpose of this blog is to reach anyone else who may be going through something similar and could benefit from knowing that they aren’t alone in this fight of theirs.  I’ve been reliving a childhood trauma on a pretty consistent basis for...

Acceptance

I’m beginning to realize that I’ve always let people mistreat me, even from my very first relationship in college. My mom once said to me during this time that she thought it was lucky I ended up with someone who treated me so well; she always figured my low self-esteem would lead me to finding...

Writing as Therapy

I care too much. My husband tells me that. He’s not wrong. It makes me sound so altruistic and holier than though but that’s honestly not how I mean it.  Yes, I care about the lives of people I’ve never met and it hurts when I know people are being mistreated, especially in the country...

My Truth

My anxiety has been worse lately. I’m not exactly sure why. My husband thinks it could be just a release of emotion. He says that because I’ve been operating in “emergency mode” for a while now that my brain was basically just shutting shit off. And now that things are returning to a bit of...

Faux Paso Doble (it’s clever if you know ballroom dancing)

Hey, remember back in 2009 when a reporter from Wonderland magazine asked Megan Fox to talk about director Michael Bay and after dabbling in a few Napoleon insults, she instead compared the director to Hitler? Remember when the world collectively told her to shut the fuck up and have some goddamn decency and then she...

Life

Life almost never goes your way. There are people that will tell you that’s not true and those people are either naive, stupid or use the word “blessed” too often. Now there isn’t anything wrong with people who focus on the positives in life, other than we all want to strangle them most of the...

I Am…

You know what’s a nice little challenge to set for yourself? Blog about panic attacks without having one. Cause, I’ll be honest, I don’t love telling strangers that I get panic attacks. Fuck, I don’t love telling anyone.  Now, I could say that the reason for this is the stigma behind panic attacks. And that...