Sometimes you need a sick day. Where you can call off meetings and responsibilities, stay in bed, watch some Netflix, and forget you’re an adult for a few hours of bliss. And people usually understand too, especially if you very rarely bail on a meeting or call in sick. Or when they hear how... Continue Reading →
The Stigma of Depression: Drugs vs. No Drugs
When I was 11, I was diagnosed with Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. In the previous year I started developing an extreme fear of germs. The only trigger that I can trace it to is when I had a very nasty stomach bug that was going around over the winter and for some reason, the vomiting... Continue Reading →
