Trauma leaves a trail of bad habits and patterns of thought that I did not know existed until going to counseling. Not that counseling is the thing for everyone, but being able to recognize those patterns allowed me to take steps towards healing and not freak out anymore over small things.
I’ve struggled with depression for a long time and the hardest part is when I feel like one little thing sends me back to being fourteen and crumbling under the … Continue reading
Pressing On Alone in space. Wrapped tightly. Pressed down by a heavy weight. Wrapped in a shroud, A dark cloth, A black garment. Pressed by a large mass, A heavy … Continue reading
Maybe each time I pushed away things that bothered me (the racist comments, broken friendships, the feeling of abandonment), I was shoveling dirt over my shoulder.
What Now? I just can’t figure it out… I was never a person who gave much thought to mental health. I was never a person who showed emotions all that … Continue reading
I’m anxious, often. I’m more anxious at Middlebury than I am at home. But at least I’m allowed to talk about my anxiety when on campus, somewhat. Conversations on mental … Continue reading
I have good mental health. I know I am fortunate. I have a mom, older cousin, and aunt who are seriously debilitated by their anxiety and depression. I work hard … Continue reading