unhinged.
The word came out of the TV and hung in the air. It stayed there all day. One word described exactly how I felt the weeks leading up to and during my most recent hospitalization.
unhinged.
Tag: depression
I Don’t Hate My Life
I don’t hate my life. I hate the way I feel. And the more I try to fix the outsides, the more confusing it becomes as to why I want to die. I can get the outsides shiny and clean, but shiny and clean do not sanity make.
Dark Again.
Depression isn’t math
There isn’t always a solution
There isn’t always a solution
Mother’s Day with Postpartum Mental Illness
Moms with postpartum mental illness are miracles. You are brave. You are warriors.