I Am Not A Good Person

There are few times when the veil I have created around myself begins to come undone. That may sound rather cryptic, because well, it is, even for me. However, I will do my best to explain what I mean, especially while I am in a moment of clarity. Ever since I was young, I’ve had…

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…