I know what it’s like to want to die. I know what it’s like to be depressed. I know what it’s like for everyone to look at you and say “But how can you be depressed? You’re so happy and funny and have so much going for you!” So I feel comfortable saying that... 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 →