Over the course of six days, I go from doing extremely well to a sick, quivering mess. Now I have to crawl back, again.
I’m asking myself: is this pile of medications and supplements helping me? Am I making too many changes? Should I keep doing this?
Even when therapeutic relationship is good, my sense that my therapist is getting tired of me is painfully close to the surface.
Often when I am depressed, a part of my brain is consumed by thoughts I don’t actively choose. They are not voices, per se; they don’t sound like someone else is talking to me. But in a way, they are like voices, repeatedly telling me things like, “I’m so bad. I’m a terrible person. I’m…
After suffering from depression for well over 20 years, I’m taking it seriously in a way I never did before. It used to be I’d take an anti-depressant and go to therapy once every two weeks, not feel that great but manage to take care of my life so, okay, good enough. Not anymore. Considering…
There are a lot of little ways I can remind myself to accept and love myself every day.
I love being able to text with my therapist, but sometimes it doesn’t work quite the way I want it to.