So I started this blog almost eight months ago, and to me, that seems pretty crazy. Even though I wrote for The Odyssey Online for a few months before launching my own site, the writing… More
I hope that today isn’t just another day for you. I hope that today means something to you. Because as much as it is an anniversary for my dad and my family, it is also an anniversary for you.
“You don’t have to fake it. You do not have to fake it. Other people feel this way too. If your heart is broken, it’s okay to say your heart is broken. If you feel stuck, it’s okay to say you feel stuck. If you can’t let go, it’s okay to say you can’t let go. You are not alone in these places. Other people feel how you feel.” – Jamie Tworkowski
I like to do my writing in coffee shops. Which coffee shop it is doesn’t matter so long as I have left my house to do my writing I feel a little bit more inspired. Today, I plopped myself down in Kuppi Coffee Company for a few hours to do some writing. As a side note – if you have never been to Kuppi Coffee Company I would highly recommend it (as a place to grab coffee but especially as a place to sit and do some work).
So I finished my first year of college and it was a really fun year. I met some of my best friends and had some of my most memorable experiences.
It was also a tough year. I did a lot of growing up this year.
Just under a year ago, when it was time for my friends and I to part our separate ways and head off to college, most of my friends headed towards a new city. ‘City’ being the key word there. They headed off to new places that, while a total change in scenery and maybe not a bustling city, still had some semblance of “civilization” – aka a downtown that consisted of more than a couple of restaurants and usually at least one Starbucks.
I, on the other hand, headed to Hamilton, New York. The absolute middle of nowhere.
It sounds really exciting, I know.
Two weeks ago Netflix premiered the series Thirteen Reasons Why – a series based on the book by Jay Asher. And it has gotten quite a loud response.
As a long-time fan of the book and someone who just recently finished the Netflix series, I think it is time to share my opinions. Continue reading “in response to “thirteen reasons why””
I am so sorry I left you alone with mom and dad. I really am.
I’ve lately been feeling like I don’t tell you how much I love and admire you as I should. I probably took living across the hall from you for 18 years for granted. Living a total of 2 steps away from each other gave me the constant chance to pop into your room and talk or rant or laugh or cry together. I knew I would see you at least in passing everyday and every conversation ended in an “I love you see you later”. Moving 200 miles away for college, I don’t have the privilege of seeing you everyday. And I miss you. And I love you.
Growing up a girl you learn a lot of things fast.
I don’t know if it is because I’m older now, or because I’ve involved myself more in the conversation surrounding mental health, or because I have shared my own struggle with mental health, or because society has actually made progress, but from where I sit right now, I really do think that these past few years have seen huge steps towards the de-stigmatization of mental illness.
And yet, still nearly half of those struggling with mental illness do not seek help.
So we are still doing something wrong.
And if I’m being honest, we are doing more than a couple things wrong. But for now, let’s just talk about one thing: we are placing mental illnesses in systems of hierarchy.
I probably care too much about my Instagram. And most people who know me can attest to that fact. I spend way too long editing pictures: choosing filters and adjusting brightness, exposure, contrast, etc. All for what?
I mean for me, it’s fun. I genuinely enjoy fiddling with multiple edits of the same picture to post on VSCO or Instagram or to post to this blog. I really love playing around on social media. It’s a large reason why I started my own blog – to express myself online anyway I wanted to.
But at what point does it become too much? When does it turn from a creative outlet to an unhealthy obsession?