Category: Inside My Mind
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10 Things I’d Tell My 18 Year-Old Self
I’ve been doing the things I love a lot more lately, but I haven’t carved time to write blogs. My mental health is the best it’s been in a long while. I feel I truly did kick ass on the bounce back. I have the desire to do the things I love and be around
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380,000
Three hundred and eighty thousand. Three hundred and eighty thousand children under the age of 5 have been estimated to have been brutally massacred the last 2 years. I can’t even comprehend that. My brain can physically not imagine the absolute horror those children and hundreds of thousands of others have gone through — continue
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The Bounce Back
It’s been a while since I’ve made a post. Turns out depression and blogging don’t go together well for me… I find it hard to care about much of anything when I’m in a depressive spell – food, friends, family, hygiene, my health. All of it. I don’t want anything other than to not feel.
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It Could Stop Tomorrow
There are feelings throughout my life I have struggled with – feelings of guilt, anger, and frustration. Most of it can somehow be traced back to the location I was born in. You see, I was born in the United States of America. I am a U.S. citizen and have lived here my entire life.
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A Letter From The Dead Dad Club
This membership was one I got unwillingly. He would’ve been 61 today. Instead, it’s been a little under 5 years since he’s been gone. Almost half a decade. Soon it will be a full 10 years, then 15, then 20. If I’m blessed enough to live to see my 50th birthday, then I will have
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The Art of My Consumption
My partner used to joke that I was “Uncle Sam’s favorite consumer.” I’d spend my week days ordering random things I didn’t need off Amazon and then my weekends going to Ross to buy more things I didn’t need. I didn’t pay a lick of an attention on whether the corporations I gave my money
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Sun Keeps Rising on the Reaping
Haymitch was a drop in the bucket. I finished reading Sun Rise on the Reaping by Suzanne Collins this past week. It was gut wrenching. Spoke directly to our world today. There were 24 more years of a power displaying brutally massacred children before the spark lit the fuse and then later a halt came
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My Mental Health Journey
That title should have (so far) in parenthesis after it. I will always be in my mental health journey. Anyway, let’s rewind to a bit closer to the beginning of it though. I’ve had anxiety since I was very little. One of the youngest instances I remember it blatantly was in 3rd grade when I
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Nothing Changes
Notes entry from April 14, 2024: I’ve been in turmoil. My depression is waay better and my depressive episode has ended, but I can’t move on from the kids being massacred by my tax dollars. I can’t unsee the little girl that tried to escape and died hanging off the side of the building half
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Before you die, live
“Antes de morir, vive” My dad wrote that to me once years ago. Never in a million years did either of us imagine it would one day resonate so much with me that I’d get it permanently marked on myself in his handwriting, but losing him has taught me a lot of raw realities about