My entire life I have been defined by one thing: the giant smile on my face. What most people don’t know is that throughout my teenage and college years, I was so scared to be who I was, that I let depression and anxiety isolate me and hurt those around me. I would push away … Read more
When I was in my senior year of high school, I witnessed a horrific accident. I held the hand of a dying man, begging him to stay awake until the ambulance came. Unfortunately, the injuries were too intense, and they were unable to save him. I made the mistake not to go to a PTSD … Read more
Self harm is not a joke. I started cutting myself when I was fifteen. I don’t really remember what was happening for me at the time, I just know that it wasn’t good. I’ve had people give me a lot of grief for it. “You’re just looking for attention” and “That’s not a real problem.” … Read more
