I dreamt of her two nights in a row. The first night, I saw her leaving a train and our eyes met - I forgot to look away - and her smile melted all the tightness in my chest into warmth. She hugged me and sparkled so brightly that I thought I’d go blind - … Continue reading and I wanted to
Tag: depression
Coffee with my old Self
Dreamt that I was having coffee with my old self - well, she was drinking coffee, I was having tea - and I decided to give her some advice. Hey, listen, you look gorgeous, you don't need makeup, do yourself and don't date him, or him, relax a little. Do some yoga. And, for god's … Continue reading Coffee with my old Self
A Work in Progress
by Bridget Conway I've never been particularly good at practicing self-love. Actually, if I'm honest with myself, I've never even been good at self-“like”. Since I was seventeen, I've struggled with chronic depression. I suffer from obsessive negative thought spirals, in which either: (a) my mind generates the worst-case scenario for any given situation and … Continue reading A Work in Progress
Assemblages
by Charise Joy Javonillo 5 years ago I stopped myself from going to an archaeological field school in Peru because I feared I would have a complete nervous breakdown in the Andes. Excavating in a foreign country while every part of my body trembled from obsessive thoughts and unfounded fears spelled imminent disaster. Instead of … Continue reading Assemblages
Identity
by Anon I know I'm not the only one that went through this at some point in life: Depression. Depression is dark, powerful, and sometimes inescapable. It's an epidemic among us that most of us keep silent because we're afraid to show our peers that we're weak and vulnerable. After months of whirlwind emotion, a … Continue reading Identity
Does That Make Sense?
i feel like there's a cloud of bees just swarming around my brain and not letting me form complete thoughts just jumping from one to the other, so i don't fall over - does that make sense? i feel like there's a storm cloud resting heavily on my head preventing my eyes from focusing, blinking, … Continue reading Does That Make Sense?
