I was recently tricked into admitting that I believe in myself.
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I was recently tricked into admitting that I believe in myself.
Continue readingIs emptiness a feeling?
Continue readingNow is not the time to wallow.
Continue readingChance and I were sitting on my bedroom floor, coloring a fuzzy poster with markers. It was late, we had hip-hop playing on my speaker, I was getting sleepy, and all I could think was, I’m going insane! I’m going insane!
Continue readingThings are… up and down.
Continue readingI’ve always pictured God as a mountain.
Continue readingI have so much to be grateful for.
Continue readingBooks like The Perks of Being a Wallflower and Looking for Alaska shaped my adolescence. Filled with pithy quotes that appeal to angst-ridden teens like I was, they provided an escape from the depression I felt in high school.
Continue readingI spent most of my morning with my mom at Quest Labs waiting to have my blood drawn for the second time this week. Clozapine, the drug that is supposed to stitch the seams of my sanity back together, requires extensive blood work. It seems there is something wrong with my liver, most likely caused by Depakote, the mood stabilizer that sometimes makes me vomit because swallowing pills is hard and those pills in particular are about the size of my thumb.
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