mental health

I'm calmer, more level-headed, and more responsive (not reactive). I'm able to make it through the day without every comment, incident or event causing me to spiral out of control. Oh, and I'm not crying, at least not every minute of everyday, because antidepressants allow me think clearer, feel better, and be better. Antidepressants make me a better mom.

I don’t want your green smoothie recipe, your yoga pamphlet, or your Google search results on the meds I take.

I want everyone out there having a miserable college experience to know that it's not your fault, and you're not alone.

Fact: It’s cold as f#ck outside and you should be watching Netflix.

So, deep breath, here we go: I have OCPD.

Validate my pain. Acknowledge my suffering. And know that, for me, it’s very real.

That, my dear, is self-care 101: You must take care of yourself if you want to take care of others.

Having anxiety isn't fun, but it seems like anxiety is continuously making its way into my life. And that means I've got to fight anxiety right back. After having my first panic attack in February and then multiple ones in August, I decided I had had enough.