It’s taken a while for me to process what’s been happening in the news and all.
Part of it was this prolonged feeling of shock.
That could’ve been my mom. My grandmother. Someone I loved dearly whose life was cut short by a man who “had a bad day.”
So many what-ifs swirl in my mind, and I’m horrified by how quickly everything has returned to normal since. It was just a blip in the news, nothing more. Onto other shootings, perhaps.
But even the depth of coverage showed a lack of effort put into humanizing the victims and providing…
What does it mean to grow up? What does it mean to become an adult?
These are two questions I’ve grappled with more recently. At 26, I’m no longer as much of the idealistic, starry-eyed girl I was throughout my teens and earlier twenties. I no longer believe in limitless success and opportunity or that if you only have the courage to pursue your dreams, you’ll accomplish more than you’d believe.
I don’t know if giving up ideas like “if you work hard enough, you’ll make it” or “if you never give up, you’ll make it” or “if you network…
Ever since November 2019, I’ve worked at TJ Maxx as a cashier, ringing up thousands of customers for over a year now. It can be a grueling job, standing for hours on end and coming across rude customers and whatnot. There’s pressure from management to make rewards and provide top notch customer service.
I’ve learned a few things through it all though.
The reason why I stayed at TJ Maxx for so long is because I really like my coworkers. …
I’ve been thinking about friendships a lot lately. What stands out to me is my sibling’s therapist’s words about friendships that happen for a reason or a season.
I do think that, throughout my life, I’ve been struck with a keen sense of sentimentality. It makes it difficult for me to let go of treasured memories and times spent with people, people who I used to be much closer to and who used to still be in my life.
This nostalgia for the past has made it increasingly hard for me to let go of people I’ve loved so dearly…
Just as a side note, I’ve recently decided to cut myself off from most social media. I’ve found myself much happier for it, although I’m out of the loop on recent happenings and whatnot.
But anyway. Enough about that. Major life updates lie ahead!
Writing used to come as naturally as breathing. I sought solace in an empty page and populated it with thoughts, feelings, ideas without a moment’s hesitation.
Lately, though, I’ve been feeling pretty low and stuck writing-wise. It’s largely a function of how much free time I have on my hands nowadays. Too much time alone and spent in your head is really not conducive to living a better quality of life, at least not for someone who’s as extroverted as I am.
Last Tuesday or Wednesday, I was suicidal again. My plan was to overdose on my current medication. But…
When you have anxiety, it doesn’t go away.
When you have depression, it doesn’t go away.
When you’re schizoaffective like me, it doesn’t go away.
What you can do, though, is cope with symptoms as best you can.
Some days, you might not accomplish much more than binge-watching a season of Brooklyn Nine-Nine. You might try to Duolingo a lesson while lying in bed or listen to sad music to dwell in your despair for a little bit.
There’s no overcoming this ish. If you don’t have enough serotonin in your brain, that’s not something you can easily fix.
Artist who thinks and feels out loud