The Pain Of Wisdom

They say, that as you get older you become more wise. I don’t know who “they” are, but I think it has something to do with life experience, not age. I unfortunately, now without the cloud of depression taking up all the space in my head, I am left with more room to notice things…

Why Compare?

This is a point that my mother brings up rather often, but rarely follows herself. My siblings and I are constantly comparing ourselves to one another. None of us like to put in hard work, me because of my depression, my sister because of her BPD, and my brother because he’d rather spend his time…

Flipped Upside Down

A reader recently brought this up to me in a comment on a guest post of The Bipolar Writer Collaborative Blog. I never was really able to put it into words until they did it for me. I have live nearly my entire life depressed. My mother doesn’t believe that I was depressed during my…