Anxiety is real. I've always struggled with anxiety and worrying. I tend to not worry about the small stuff. Usually moms would be freaking out if their baby goes down the stairs, I don't worry because I know she knows how to handle stairs. I worry about the big things. I worry that one day… Continue reading Anxiety
I want to be real with people. In order to be real I need to be able to share my struggles. One of the most important things about this blog is being vulnerable and speaking the truth hoping I can help people who relate with me and hopefully someone won't feel so alone. Here me… Continue reading Being Real…
I decided to show a picture of some of my scars, It's a hard thing for me to do. I have a hard time opening up about my self harm history, so here we go. I started self harming when I was about thirteen. I was in eighth grade. Self harm is something many young… Continue reading Self Harm.
One of the hardest things about living with depression and anxiety is that you feel so alone. You could be at a party surrounded by people you love but yet feel so alone and sad. So many people around the world struggle with depression and anxiety, but yet everyone who struggles feels so alone in… Continue reading Feeling Alone
You know those days when you wake up and nothing is going your way? Where life is just crashing down and you cant do anything to stop it. You just have to let it run its course even though that's one of the hardest things to do. I had one of those days today. Nothing… Continue reading Today Was Rough
Everyone has their own breaking point. A point where life problems just get too much to handle and we need a break for a while. Ive hit my breaking point twice before. Don't get me wrong, I get close a lot. But I've only hit that breaking point twice before. Both times I was hospitalized.… Continue reading Help
You matter. The two words that have started me on this adventure. A gal came in to where I work as a client and handed me a card. It was a white card that simply stated "you matter" in black font. It got me thinking, I do matter. Why do we tell ourselves that we… Continue reading Two Words.