Depression is a hard thing. Hard as in, hard to understand. It’s complicated to even communicate some days. Sometimes, you don’t even realize it’s effecting you.

Today, I found it almost nearly impossible to stay awake. Today i found myself capable of walking my dog, and yes, I managed to shower. I still need to shave and I managed to eat a bowl of buttered pasta around 4 p.m. I also made it out to the market and back after I’d managed to sleep another four hours. Only to make dinner at 11:30 p.m. Today, I noticed my hair has felt healthier from the oil i put in it. It’s funny how, piercing my lip basically signifies never speaking to my dad again. It’s 2 a.m. and I just came to bed after a good movie. It’s 2 a.m. and I am crying because i won’t see my dad’s family before they pass. It’s 2 a.m, almost an entire month later, and I’m still not able to find validation in myself because of the way things played out. Today, I felt completely drained and I said some terrible things.

Depression, is not easy. It’s not something anyone could control or see coming. It happens, and it’s different with everyone. Today, I’ve slept nearly eighteen hours. Today, I had some “achievements” and today, I was also defeated. Each sunrise is a new hike in the valley.

The Difference Between Sympathy and Empathy — northwest journals


CW: pet death “So, are you going to get a new cat?” my coworker, Bridget, asked. Her eyebrows rounded and the gray streak in her hair glowed in the harsh fluorescent light. A mixture of impatience and grief constricted my throat. I had come so close to getting out the door. My computer was off, […]

via The Difference Between Sympathy and Empathy — northwest journals

The changing season 


I did it again guys! I’ve tried something new with my hair and I so far I love it. I seem to find myself doing more and more differently. Given that it’s fall I’d like to believe that this is just the beginning of change before the new chapter. I am thankful for the new year ahead, and hope to grow this blog into something great. Cheers to all, & do feel free to leave suggestions on topics. 

Two years?? (Yep, I’m back guys!)


  So the last time I was posting I was in a completely different place. I am here to catch up, & perhaps take another jab at this.

  To begin with, I started this page as extra credit in high school which lead to me finding a new outlet for my emotions. Now I want to take this in a new more serious & hopefully helpful direction. I would like to focus my ideas towards benefiting the mental health community. 

    I will also be posting more in general about a variety of topics including where I’ve been the last two years. Any suggestions will be welcome so just leave a comment below any post. I would like to close this by telling you all the exciting news.

    I have been recruited by earthbound and will be looking forward to the oppurtunity. The pay is less but happiness is key. Ready to be surrounded by good vibes and kind people. 

  Goodnight babes! 




I’ve been doing everything I possibly can not to write about you.

I shut down my computer.  I make more plans.  I thwart my own desire to write.

I don’t tell friends your name, I won’t introduce you.  I put your flowers on the coffee table and stuffed the hand written note into the top left drawer of my dresser. Then suddenly, in a moment of recklessness, yanked it out and put it in my purse.

Unbeknownst to you, for the last two weeks I’ve been carrying your words, your crooked k’s and i’s dotted far to the left, everywhere I go. I know I’m falling for you. I’m fighting it every step of the god damned way.


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Listening to My Own Voice


Absolutely what i needed.

Life's Like A Tree

Nevermind the emotional mess of the last few months, nevermind the feeling that sometimes I cannot control my emotions as much as I wish to try, nevermind all of the things that keep me from executing a plan. At some point, for me, realizations come in, and I, the I that lives in the outside world, that sees people and has interactions, is sloshed about from side to side in a wave of impulses that my brain seemingly decides at random. I’m at the bottom of the trough beginning to crest. Hopefully this is something more significant that a slippy little eddy.

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