mental illness

Bipolar disorder isn't something given, not like gift on your birthday, not neatly wrapped. Yet, what if I've given my children bipolar disorder?

Even when he was trying his very hardest not to survive, my Dad still gave himself music. And somewhere along the way, he gave it to me too.

I’m ready to demystify the stereotypes and break down the stigma of bipolar disorder.

I struggle to find language that describes the messy tangle of thoughts and memories that weigh down every spoonful. If I had to tell you about my relationship with food in a sentence: I am totally and completely obsessed with it.

In the past 13 years, I have moved 11 times.

I lose hours to this obsessive compulsion, not a day goes by without it. Every mirror is an opportunity to ruin more of my skin in a nonsensical attempt to fix what I think is there

I didn't fall in love with John Green’s writing the way you fall asleep: slowly and then all at once. I fell in love with it the way you pass out during a particularly nasty panic attack: all at once and then all at once.

There are few things that factor into your well-being as much as sleep (except water).