Update

My schedule plan was hard to follow through on. I did pretty well for about a week and then my period hit. I was suddenly fatigued and really emotional. My mood was really low and suddenly I was having difficulty with basic care like brushing my teeth, showering, and eating. And it was the week … Continue reading Update

When A Post Just Hits You

So, there's this post from Hazel Hillboro that I read last night that really got to me. All about "revolution in the way society treats mental health." I've linked it below. If you’re reading this right now, you’re alive. Well, unless literate ghosts are real. What if someone really famous is reading this over my … Continue reading When A Post Just Hits You

When Anxiety Sets In

Anxiety is not something I am used to experiencing. I had it pretty bad when my depression first started back in my Sophomore year of college in late 2011 and early 2012. My anxiety sometimes presents as this tension in my gut, like a knot, and I want to punch walls and scream and burst … Continue reading When Anxiety Sets In

Art Is Keeping Me Going

This last week (or maybe two) has been so rough. My depression has been back in full force and I've been crying nearly every day. I've been feeling detached, dazed, and like my head is in the clouds, just floating. I've had passive suicidal thoughts (*To be clear, I am NOT suicidal) and self harm … Continue reading Art Is Keeping Me Going

Maybe I’m Really a Bitch and Just Never Show It

I have conversations in my head with family members all the time. Not like hearing voices, but imagining scenarios (oftentimes catastrophizing scenarios) in which I lash out or say how I'm really feeling. Like a few minutes ago. I've been feeling... off... for hours now. For a while my art was distracting me, but not … Continue reading Maybe I’m Really a Bitch and Just Never Show It

Poem // Freedom

Written December 20, 2016 ©2016 Melissa McLaughlin Freedom Standing in near darkness, I can see just enough to realize I can’t see a thing beyond my body, illuminated ethereally from above. Looking down I see my hair is loose, cascading over my chest. Wearing a simple black tank top and blue jeans, I feel comfortable, … Continue reading Poem // Freedom