Minds

She insists I sign the form she brought home from school right now even though it’s not due for five more days.

I'm not here to discredit your experience. What I'm here to say is that "feeling depressed" is a different beast than “having depression.”

My depression coexists with my gratefulness, compassion, and good intentions. I am blessed, yes, but I am also depressed.

I wish I had realized there was no such thing as being too young to have mental health issues. That there was nothing shameful about postpartum struggles.

As a therapist, I specialize in families dealing with trauma. My work is hard, so like any good therapist, I engage in self-care. Yet, it's not enough.

Spring is fully coming to life this month.

I have no idea what I’m doing. On any given day, at any given moment, I am so thoroughly and genuinely confused about what is happening.

Breathing exercises can be a saving grace for some; for me they can be a major trigger.