A blog about mental health, self acceptance, and embracing all the magnificentally awkward moments along the way.
When I was younger I, and everyone around me, assumed mental illness was just a place you visited. If you just saw the right therapist for long enough and maybe kicked it in gear with a little temporary pharmaceutical assistance, you'd pack your bags, hop on the happy bus and arrive back in the land … Continue reading Medicated
Growing up our house was always clean. Not the sterile-hovering behind you with a towel while you drank juice-Stepford wives kind of clean, but the comfortable-homey-warm kind of clean. The kind of clean where you knew you could still make messes but you never felt that itchy, claustrophobic feeling that comes with chaos and clutter. … Continue reading What I Mean when I say I’m Giving Up
An Awkwardly Magnificent Life 