Have You Ever Been Depressed?

“Have you ever been depressed?” 32,000 feet in the air, my mom turned to me, clear-eyed and interested, and asked me this question. I thought to myself she doesn’t know? Well, of course, she doesn’t. I don’t exactly broadcast my mental health the way I should. Staring out the plane window, I took a deep breath and responded plainly with “yes.” The cabin seemed to … Continue reading Have You Ever Been Depressed?

The Things I Didn’t Say

I spend a lot of time sleeping because it’s better than looking into your face or looking at myself and seeing disappointment. I feel confused and alone. You never listen to me. I understand what you’re going through, more than you know. Those times where I hurt myself weren’t all accidents. I feel like a mansion infested with termites. I know you’re angry. I can’t … Continue reading The Things I Didn’t Say

10 Everyday Victories for your Mental Health

I know for me when my mental health is not in the best shape, ordinary tasks seem futile. The motivation is nonexistent and to be fair, why should I care about my settings when I feel terrible? In the end, our environment tends to reflect our mental turmoil. There are days when something as simple as getting out of bed feels like a full day’s … Continue reading 10 Everyday Victories for your Mental Health

Hello Sleeplessness, My Old Friend

I have gone through this weird evolution of sleep. When I was younger up until the first year of undergrad, I would be able to fall asleep fairly easily and stay asleep. In high school, as I mentioned in a previous post, I would go to sleep right after school, skip dinner, and sleep until the morning. I attributed this with the emotional and mental … Continue reading Hello Sleeplessness, My Old Friend

An Anxious Kid, All Grown Up

Before I could give it a name to it, I exhibited signs as of being an extremely anxious child. My parents would tell my teachers I was very shy and needed more time to warm up. I had regular stomachaches, was irritable, sensitive, and hardly spoke. My first-grade teacher did not think I could read but quickly realized that was false during our private lesson. … Continue reading An Anxious Kid, All Grown Up