Depression has made me nostalgic, and not in a good way. As far as I can remember, I’m not normally the nostalgic type. The past is the past. Some of it was fun, some of it wasn’t. Either way, I don’t dwell on it. Or I didn’t dwell on it. Lately, I spend an awful…
I was recently asked about one of my posts about depression. The question was basically asking how I felt about my post. I answered that I didn’t think it was great. It takes a lot of energy to write, even the short posts, and, as a result, I feel like many of my posts are…
I’ve never been a good sleeper. I’m quite jealous of those who are. I’ve been this way as long as I can remember, and, according to my parents, it was the case before that. Sleeping is just not a talent I was born with, nor is it a skill I’ve been able to develop. Naturally, depression…
