I’m living with severe depression and anxiety.
Sucks, I know.
I’ve mentioned it before, but wanted to jump more into depth. Part of the reason I started this blog was as a therapeutic exercise in addition as a creative outlet. I’ve always loved stories and have always known I’ve had some semi-decent ones to tell.
Continue reading My roommate, Depression
Disclaimer: This post deals with depression and can be a bit of an emotional downer compared to my other pieces. I’ve written about this before, however I feel it’s important to talk about it as much as possible to help remove the stigma associated with mental illness. As compensation, I have included a picture of sleepy Bailey at the top of the post. Thanks for reading. -Chris
‘and I’m so terrified of no one else but me’
Emotions are a funny thing. I’ve been suffering from depression for the last two years now and each day just feels like just a step at a time. For a long time I’ll be fine, just peachy and normal and happy and laughing, I’ll think that everything is starting to be okay. Then something great will happen. For instance, today I was just published for the first time. Other times it will be a great night out with Karen, or seeing some friends for the first time in a long time, or simply enough just a wonderful day where nothing goes wrong.
Continue reading Words about depression