Spring always makes me inexplicably mopey, to the degree that I sometimes have trouble putting food in my mouth on the regular. If you have this problem, too, I have a few suggestions for meals you can survive on until May.
There is nothing scarier to me than a breakdown, finding yourself tumbling down an Alice-style rabbit hole into depression with no idea how to rescue yourself from it. That’s why every day I am thankful for my friend; she is the hand reaching down to pick me up every single time.
I’m a human being that deals with mental illness in self-destructive ways, not a bunch of orifices for you to poke because you think my reckless treatment of my body somehow cancels out my autonomy over it.
Changing your diet drastically -- restricting fat and sugar -- actually create symptoms of withdrawal, which affect your dopamine levels, making you edgy, emotional, and angry. You know, LIKE A DRUG ADDICT.
As someone who has never suffered personally from depression, but has been affected by my boyfriend's struggles with what he refers to as the 'dark cloud descending', I'm here to say that you have every right to feel you are carrying a burden.
I hadn’t remembered writing a suicide note - I didn’t remember very much of the 24 hours surrounding the overdose. My handwriting made me cry, it was clear I had written it just before I lost consciousness, it was jagged and pained, on the back of the envelope of a bill I hadn’t paid.