After a life of self-loathing and resentment, a letter from my absentee mom brought me peace
Let society tell it, your mother is supposed to be a nurturer — the person who wipes your tears, showers you with love, and helps you become the best possible version of yourself. You could likely play Netflix roulette or pick up a fictional book at random for verification. My…
Walking through the day means nursing a universe of emptiness cradled between the chest and stomach
I’ve dealt with chronic depression and anxiety my entire life. The earliest memories of feeling “down” or having suicidal ideations started when I was 13 years old — around the time many people with a chronic disorder begin to experience symptoms.
I never knew what was wrong with me. The…
