I am rooted hereLike a California palm and a giant redwood treeOr the jacarandas planted from somewhere elseAnd like their purple leavesThis is not where my roots began I am rooted thereIn a cold Michigan winter which left the trees bareA spring whose start was so lateThe northern red oaks looked like veins reaching for
This time last year I was really depressed and not taking care of myself. My job was trash, my mood was horrendous, and if I wasn’t sobbing, then I was mean to everyone. I kept turning down the suggestions to start antidepressants, even though both my therapist and primary doctor wanted me to try them, and
It is important for me to note that the fat body positivity movements would not exist without black women. Every time an all white (and usually not fat) body positivity post crosses your feed, know that they stole and co-opted this movement from black women (click that link). For as long as I can remember,
This is an update from my last post about starting antidepressants. Today is day six of Lexapro 5mg. I should up my dose to 10mg on Thursday, but I am going to wait until Saturday in an effort to manage the side effects at home. It has been a weird roller coaster of feelings, folks.
Through my twenties I never understood depression or anxiety. I was that awful, “just think positive thoughts,” friend. I have since apologized to my friends that were struggling during that ignorant time of my life, and if you are reading this and I never reached out to you, this is my apology. I was a
This is an update to my posts My newfound superpower and Superpowers 2. My friend, @bornmiserable, drew me as a superhero and it was the best thing that’s happened in a long time. It lifted me up on a day (month) when I really fucking needed it. I wrote about my IIH diagnosis and my
Do you have those memories where you are not sure if they are actually memories or something someone told you? Or maybe even a dream? If I think back to the earliest memory I have, it is a rainy night and I am in a truck, and my mom is lifting a fallen tree off
If the stories told to me are accurate, my mother starting sewing when she was a little girl. She made dresses for her Barbie dolls and when my grandma saw how well she could sew, she had her make clothes for the entire family. She even made her sister’s wedding dress, all of the bridesmaids’