Letting go of anything, even emotional baggage, is difficult. It is also freeing.
This year, the first night of Passover was unlike any other. However, that’s what made it perfect.
Looking back at nearly three months of blog posts, I do some autoethnographic research on myself to see how I’ve changed and, just maybe, gotten better.
It does get better.
As I’ve written before, positivity can be toxic. In the throes of the COVID19 crisis, it’s important that we stay vigilant and call out actions that serve to shame those struggling with anxiety, depression, and other challenging circumstances.
A quantum mechanics principle provides a way to explain the depression I’m feeling from social distancing and quarantine.
After four years, I’m finally off Prozac. Now, there’s just one antidepressant left on the menu.
A visit to the Neighborhood of Make-Believe helps to ease our anxiety about all the things that are changing at once. Meow, adulting, meow.
Withdrawal from antidepressants can cause sleep disturbances and insomnia. It isn’t fun.
After months of numbness, I recognized an emotion as I was feeling it. That’s a big deal.