Depressive lack thereof

When I was 19 years old, suicidal thoughts consumed me. One clear memory—I came back from class and threw away my knives because I was afraid of what I would do to myself with them. During this time, I thought…
When I was 19 years old, suicidal thoughts consumed me. One clear memory—I came back from class and threw away my knives because I was afraid of what I would do to myself with them. During this time, I thought…
Today I come to speak about the curse of knowing yourself too much. The paralyzing reluctance to mistake anxiety for intuition and intuition for anxiety. The fear of responding to perceived threats because you can’t quite place the motivation behind…
I spent this past weekend on the road shaking hands with strangers while carrying an unsettling inner struggle. I kept thinking about the idea of being with one person for whatever particular reason. For the life I am living, for…
Some time back someone sent me an ex’s picture for laughs. A few days later, I caught myself consumed by the sentiments surrounding our break-up. And I know this was not about that ex specifically because I also caught myself…
Life will fuck you up and leave you with the responsibility of figuring out the aftermath on your own. Good Will Hunting can attest to this. Sometimes it even feels like reality makes a slow motion rotation while we wallow in…