8 years.

June 21 is a day I'll never forget, and for the longest time I associated the date with something terrible. I dreaded the day coming up. That day, I almost left this world by my own hand. I was broken. I wasn't human. I was a robot, or something. I don't know. But I was … Continue reading 8 years.


7 years.

7 years since I started my mental health journey.7 years since my “meltdown.”7 years since that suicide attempt.7 years since I was checked into a mental health facility for the first time that would change my life.7 years. I’m not free from depression, but I’m here.I’m not free from anxiety, but I’m here.I’m not free … Continue reading 7 years.