The Cycle of Depressive Silence It’s been some time since I’ve seen symptoms of my depression. Recently, however, I couldn’t help but notice the old cycles of those symptoms reoccurring and reappearing. I’m sleeping for longer hours, isolating myself, feeling a great sense of irritation and hopelessness and lastly losing my sense of communication. Since … Read moreWhen my Depression Silences Me
The Twenties: Building Yourself The early and mid twenties are the struggle years. These years are filled with confusion and doubt, hopelessness, and depression, but also hope and opportunities. These are the years where we find who we are. The years where we ask questions, important questions, that will challenge how we live and think. … Read more#Writeitdown: My Life is Mine
Perfectionism: Being Tough on Myself Since I was a little girl I’ve been a perfectionist. The way I colored in the lines or how my homework had to be neat all the time, showed how hard I was on myself to be my best and do my best. I was tough on myself at a … Read moreRealizations: Tough Love Doesn’t Work for a Perfectionist
Making Goals 2018 will be a year of change, progression, and continuous transformation. In order to make goals it’s essential to want something for yourself. Wanting something means to work by building or tearing down, change it or maintain it. Not only is it essential to want it however, you also have to vision it … Read moreMaking Goals: First Steps
This poem explains whats its like to have anxiety at work. At times people don’t understand it. They just look at you like you’re crazy. They have no idea what its like to have a little monster.
A couple weeks ago I sat and waited for my shift to begin at Shake Shack when I realized I began to get symptoms of the depression I thought I left back in 2016. I wanted to be alone and isolated, I was tired, irritated, unhappy, I had an overwhelming feeling to cry, and … Read moreThe Underlying Questions Concerning the Issues of Existentialism in my Depression and Anxiety
How it Started Ever since I could remember I’ve been a perfectionist. I find it difficult to be proud of myself because I feel I have to be actively doing more or achieving better. In high school I wrote more, read more, and stood up late trying to perfect every assignment. High expectations of … Read moreHow Anxiety became the Byproduct of my Perfectionism