The Rebuild – part 1

Here I am. It is Saturday night. My phone is quiet, I’m watching the Toronto Raptors play the Golden State Warriors on TV and listening to music. My parents have to listen to me typing, singing and yelling at the TV. But this is nothing new. This is one of my happy places.                 It... Continue Reading →

More Than One Battle

Where doing I start? It's been too long since I sat down and just wrote. There are so many things I want to tell, but some things I'm not ready to share. This past year has been one like no other. My Mom was diagnosed with breast cancer last September. A fight against cancer is... Continue Reading →

A little bit of hope

Living with mental illness has taught me a lot. Some good and some not so good. I have come to the sad realization that my depression can trick me into thinking that I am unlovable. That I am not worthy of being loved by myself or others. My very own nightmare. (I do realize that... Continue Reading →

Brutally Honest

Living with anxiety and depression, life can seem to pass by extremely quick or extremely slow. Depending on which mental illness is at the forefront of my fight that day. I think it is hard for some people to understand that I live with BOTH illnesses every day. Good days are great but that doesn’t... Continue Reading →

Broken

I have been fighting with myself about if I was going to write this or not. If you are reading this that means I wrote it and shared it. First, I want to say that I will be talking about a serious mental breakdown and self-harm. If you find either of those triggering, please stop... Continue Reading →

The Consistent Struggle

I’ve learned over the years that for me to be at my best, to deal with my anxiety in the best way possible, I need consistency. Yes, I know that I can’t have consistency 100% of the time, because life is well life. And anything can change at any moment in time. COVID has forced... Continue Reading →

Acceptance & Understanding

I sit here, tears rolling down my cheeks, dripping onto my black t-shirt. The screen is blurry as I type and wipe away the tears. I have been living with different levels of anxiety and depression for 11 years. That is 4,015 days. I could tell you stories about being forgotten about, hurdles I have... Continue Reading →

The day I dream of

I’m overwhelmed and yet underwhelmed at the same time. I have a sense of clarity and yet feel like I’m in a fog. I feel lost and yet I know where I am. My heart aches yet it is so full of love. I feel lonely but I am not alone. I’m tired but I... Continue Reading →

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