FUCK IT, UNLESS IT’S A TREE.

It's no secret that I've spent a lot of my life riding an emotional rollercoaster. I can't place my finger on exactly why, and maybe it's a culmination of things or nothing specific at all, but ever since the fuck it switch got set to ON in my head the other day, it's stayed there. … Continue reading FUCK IT, UNLESS IT’S A TREE.

ON POSTNATAL DEPRESSION

I’m 35 years old. I can’t remember living without a mental health illness of some sort crippling my life. As a child, anxiety manifested itself into anorexia, and in turn OCD, and in turn profound depression. I have battled my way through addiction, low self-esteem, social anxiety, general anxiety, that overwhelming sense of doom that … Continue reading ON POSTNATAL DEPRESSION