Most of the time, even when I get a gift I like, I stutter and err through the thank you speech. Eventually, I revert to my ten-year-old self and, by my parents' command, make my rounds in the living room, kissing everyone's cheek like they're my aunts and uncles.
Every morning, I turn off my alarm, put on my glasses, and walk downstairs where I choke down four pills: Sertraline, Bupropion, a Vitamin D supplement, and the fact that many don't believe in antidepressants.
How do you navigate such a situation? What should you say or what should you not say? How do you stay afloat when someone else is clinging to your shoulders for support?
August 9, 2016 was my last post before I liberated myself from the weight of the gram. It had been heavy on my shoulders for months. Maybe even years. At the time, I posted funny pics, cute pics, friend pics, hipster pics, artsy pics, cool pics and more, but not really for myself. Mostly what I…
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December 25, 2017 will be my final Christmas. Come January 16, there will be no turning back.
The manner in which I process the world is firstly internal. Something happens, whether good or bad, and I send it through a thirty-organ process before I am able to physically respond. Often, I don’t even realize my body is computing an emotional response until it blurts out in word vomit on someone else’s shocked face or I’m caught in an inexplicable bout of darkness with nubby fingers and bitten nails stuck in my teeth.