An open book with enough pages.
Okay, so here is the thing: I know what feels good for me and what doesn't. Yet, somehow, I stubbornly resist doing things that fit in that former category for a chance to engage in activities in the latter. For instance, I like watching reality TV. It's a guilty pleasure but pleasure, nonetheless. However, its... Continue Reading →
I never thought I would be depressed. I never thought I would have an eating disorder. Yet, both of these things happened to me and AT THE SAME DAMN TIME. My aunt recently asked me, "Why haven't you told me?". I think that's what depression is: not asking for help when you should. Feeling lonely... Continue Reading →
Wondering Soul 