“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?
Sometimes I found myself in, what I like to call, the vortex. It’s a whirlpool of feelings and emotions that sucks me in and makes it hard to escape. Even when everything seems okay, one small thing can trigger it. In the vortex, its melancholy membrane filters out joy, motivation, and creativity and floods the senses with sadness, lethargy, and a depletion of any glimpse … Continue reading The Vortex
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
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
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
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
Last week, I took some time off from work because I have not been feeling well, both physically and mentally. I hardly ever call off because I tend to feel guilty, but I have learned that it only hurts me in the end. When you are physically ill, people do not hesitate to send you well wishes and support your need to take time to … Continue reading Mental Health Days