Growing up is weird. It’s weird and many times, it doesn’t make much sense. How is Sarabeth from middle school getting married to a guy twice her age who she met on the Internet and I haven’t had a stable […]
Stream of consciousness, vague wondering of connection or lack thereof
The following post is a realistic account of my experiences with depression. The post starts off with a rant and tapers off into an informative post about Depression. I’ve decided to leave the rant in case anyone wanted to see a more in-depth look into my current thoughts and feelings. If you choose to ignore this part of the post, please scroll down to the next break. This entire post has been brought to you by insomnia, experiences with Depression, and World Suicide Prevention Day.