I know you think this is love, but it’s not going to turn out the way your romantic hopelessness paints it to be. It’s exciting and exhilarating to start out, making it easy to neglect everyone and everything else in your life. It’s too easy. Life will teach you not to put all your eggs… Continue reading dear Lydia,
This has always been an issue for me. Even when it comes to my disorder itself, I wonder if it's real or if it's something that I use to excuse my symptomatic behavior. I've had at least a couple peers tell me that I use my disorder as an excuse for being lazy and skipping… Continue reading tired or lazy? (i can’t tell.)
Ever since I took the Myers-Briggs personality test when I was younger, I have been extremely interested in my personality type. From the Myers-Briggs, I branched off into taking other types of tests. These range from Buzzfeed quizzes (in my defense, it was for amusement to see how accurate it could be) to Enneagram (which… Continue reading What’s My Type?
On the eve of the new year, I had an idea. I was going to write letters to people, people who have hurt me or that I've had to process a lot about. And I would never send these letters. Ever. My therapist has suggested doing this multiple times; not necessarily for all these people,… Continue reading Letters I’ll Never Send
For all of last week, I was visiting my grandparents back in SoCal. They live near the beach, which makes for wonderful weather, despite how frizzy it makes my hair. About an hour drive away from there is where I grew up from the beginning of middle school to the end of high school. I… Continue reading A Tint of Nostalgia
This question has been on my mind for awhile, and I recently talked about it with a friend: When do I feel it appropriate to share about my struggles with bipolar disorder? And another harder one: Why do I share? I realize that I'm fairly open about my disorder, definitely more than I used to… Continue reading Why I Share
I'm constantly dealing with this internal dialogue, that's telling me I'm not as good as someone else and that I won't become the person I hope to be. Maybe it's not so much a dialogue as it is a monologue. A large part of me seeks validation from both those I know and those I… Continue reading … and that’s okay.