August 25, 2023 Can I be real for a moment? Sometimes I cry.I try really hard not to.I try to give my all to everything and everyone.And I often feel that I don't matter.I'm up at night tossing with anxiety and depression.Body dysmorphia.PTSD.When I get low, I get low.I cry myself to sleep when I've... Continue Reading →
It is after 3 o'clock in the afternoon and I'm back in bed. I had just gotten up around noon. My head is pounding. I've caught this migraine too late. Now I get to suffer until it goes away. It could take hours, even days. I've taken medicine. I've taken a lot of medicine. And... Continue Reading →
Oh, my. I am the worst at consistency with posting. I think it is safe to say I'll post when I can. This post comes with multiple days and many levels of exhaustion. I hope it all makes sense. Well, it is 4:34 a.m. on Tuesday morning. I have a photo shoot today and I... Continue Reading →
⚠ Trigger Warning: this post discusses depression, anxiety, and suicide. ⚠ This past March I tried to kill myself and only four people truly knew about it. Philip. My sister. Her husband. And the police officer who visited the house -after my sister called them that night. That's it. It wasn't glamorous, it was ugly.... Continue Reading →
My last blog post was around 10 days ago. What a slacker I feel like lately. To be fair, I have been busier than usual and my body is still adjusting to running around all the time. I have been pushing myself nonstop it seems. I do too much and I inevitably regret it for... Continue Reading →
Friday night after my last blog post, It Could Be Worse, Philip and I went out to dinner for 'date night' at a restaurant nearby. The restaurant itself was nice, but I was slightly let down because the food was highly overrated. While they boasted their fried chicken, they had overcooked ours, and it came... Continue Reading →
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