Part 1: Sitting on the Couch — Therapy and pills. Those are the two most common treatments we think of if someone is “crazy” or “unstable” or just not “all-there”. While we are getting better at using the term “mental illness” nowadays, there’s still so much stigma around therapy and popping pills. …

Three years ago… … I had just been broken up with and getting ready to move back home. I had moved to a brand new city with this boy hoping for a bright future, but instead, now had to face the humiliation of a failed relationship and moving back in…

And it’s still uncomfortable. — I knew writing honestly about a sensitive topic, like sex, would invite uncomfortable conversations. (See post here.) I had ones where people expressed how they felt the same, asked me to clarify about how I felt, and then there was the one-off ignorant conversation that was full of stereotypes, comments…

I’ve experienced a lot of loss in the past year (they weren’t kidding when they say it comes in threes). In a strange way, I wish it was the type of loss I was used to. I’ve dealt with loss of a friendship/relationship, loss of autonomy, loss of self, loss…

and all the other horrible things I tell myself. — I spent the majority of my life thinking I was fat. I’ve been saying I was fat since I was 13 or 14. The funny thing is I know rationally I’m in no way “fat” and sound like a completely insensitive bitch if I said it in front of a…

… what a bad day looks like — That moment when you know you’re suppose to be a ball of sunshine and everything around should be rosy. Because of how things are going in your life as of recent, everything should be shitting rainbows and unicorns. …

Processing my grandmother’s death — My grandma was an interesting character. I never quite know how to describe her to my friends other than she’s kind of crazy. Well, maybe a whole lot crazy and semi-abusive. The point is though, she was my grandmother and coming from an Asian household, she was a mother-figure to…

and how uncomfortable it is. — There have been very few times in my life where I’ve truly and honestly enjoyed sex. I’m almost ashamed to admit that since I should enjoy sex all the time so there must be something wrong with me (or so I thought). I’ve learned to talk about it as if…

#BellLetsTalk Depression for me means… … feeling tired all the time. … sleeping for 10+ hours every day and still feel exhausted. … cleaning is a daunting task that requires way too much energy. … feeding myself is too much work and I’ll rather not eat. (It means I’ll get slimmer anyways right?) … I don’t know who…