mental illness

In what’s been the most difficult year of my life, animal companionship has been as essential to my mental wellbeing as the time spent with my family.

“Apps for anxiety,” I whispered in the middle of a panic attack, holding down the round circle button on the front of my iPhone connecting to Siri.

Asking for help is the hardest part. The truth is that asking for help is uncomfortable, even when we’ve been repeatedly reassured that it’s welcome.

Creating safeguards like this for myself has allowed me to better navigate the unpredictability of mental illness while working a fulltime job.

I was depressed. My flatmate didn’t like me. I was depressed. The last train was at midnight, and I couldn’t always make it. I was depressed.

I'm here to tell you about all of the side effects I experience (or have experienced) when I take psych meds. This list is by no means exhaustive.

In the midst of struggling with being depressed, you’re also saddled with the practical realities of staying alive. It’s no easy feat.

I didn't tell them there were four individuals in the rapidly sinking ship that was our polyamory relationship: myself, him, her, and my eating disorder.